Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, this go out to radio
The jockeys, college radio
Independent
And promotions street
who put a sticker up
Anybody passed the word bout harlem world
Anybody that kept the goin
that starred in harlem world
And m a $ e, baby stase
Loon, meeno, blink
combs, cardan
All out

There's a lot of that been on my mine
Lately a lot a been crossing the line
Tryin to take the we hit on
it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you messin danger
Wit the I possess
Got to get it off my
fake emcees to get off my stress
Take a pellet to the
Then I on a vest
Then I the gloves
And take the out his chest
confess
Stress factor I have to
Take it there beware, for disaster
chapter, y'all cowards
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all know the answer
and the herbs
Transform to
rip like rounds
Clowns get down
For now y'all got to play the background
I'm the warning of this rap game it's for lock down

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God you
The cops came to your
I bet you, if it was ma$e he of threat you
I knew you shit before I met you
And just because you can't it
Don't you cant talk it
My got mels to hit, shells to spit
They low in the while the l's get lit
I'm from world
You don't know the I'm wit
So y'all chics tell me shit
Come on now, clear the way
cars better stay
Shots ricochet
alive another day
It's no lame in my
We aim for cats
So if I you who gon back you
You see nothin
My made me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses down gettin riches
And word to jehovah witness
Any man this fam get beat up wit the quickness

Yo, let me tell you somethin', I'm ahead of my
no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhyme
When I spit this you know
Get a pen and pad
This one stop at 62, I'm a spit ten mo
It kinda like the window, back of the volvo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if ain't about my
All I did was 2 clue's that was a demo
Went from to holly
World to the
gon hate regardless I feel so good
For my ac
Now I'm a sit on my hood
They say b you your thing I say playa I should
I play hard like the rapper
Slash b.i.g. christopher
of new york the emperor
Slash head slash in the paint horse you
perimeter slash air jordan cross you
Slash murphy slash turn delirious
cardan slash take my stuff seriously

[huddy
I'm bigger dough spotin minks and figaro's
All my misses know comb the jigalo
I can get a ho play a game like
I done did it yo any cat didn't ya know?
So you wanna do my whole team comin thru
Runnin thru any crew I money to
But really
Y'all cats that know don't know
Harlem gon be the clique that spit that willy flow
All them rings and you sing about bring em out
I did things that your team won't dream
Scheme about but don't know a thing about
But for the dough I blow any spot you out

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You go to war, what you cock sucker
I out now I got to bust ya
And your men from block told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you girls out there I'm not ya
You look good why I got to touch ya
After that I even stop to hug ya
Honey got off and got her brother
But word to mother, I break cat into
Cause people don't know all the things I been
Still a like chris and kim woo
Yep the disrespect me
But if you me come and get me
myself in nah you got to catch me
Do I got a gun you check me
I ain't goin in alive you got to wet me

Yo, ya eyes been revealin ya
Sad but you my wrath
You mad I'm dealin wit cash
And a don p cylinder
Try to harm me, I'm killin ass
Straight up and down for another mill in a stash
I'm willin to blast
I'm in the bath
chillin wit ass
They found you killed in the trash
Case is close I'm orderin a of mo
At the bar wit haitian hoes

Aight hud, hud

Y'all is closed layin the cut like band-aids
Air runnin out ya mouth while you and ya man

Yo, mase hop out the blue lex wit about two
fourteen got about two left
If one vest is thin you two vest
platinum and only in the u.s
I'm from harlem world all out dot com
My con if you could pop cris why pop don
Any cat actin ra-ra bet he
Wanna see a hundred
You at my arm
You think I wanna take to far in my rugar
Put a hollow to far
Have at ya wake scream bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a salt lake out in
So you are good, leave the country
And I know you are
baggage claim and you yellin bon swa
You I'm comfy
murder one go humphrey
Think I'm seven five make to gran monthly
Wanna me
Walk in clubs bump me
Wanna tell they chickens how they jump me
They wait to see the paramedics come to pump me
Why they ot, I'm out the country

All out