Luyện nghe bài hát All Out (original version)

We all out
(Aite)
We all out
(Aite)
We all out
ya motherfuckin' mouth niggaz
(That's right, fuck fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it

Come Hell or water, down to slaughter opposers
Just lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
'til it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk I'm a mad man
sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap
I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And down to die for all my souljas

Like hillbillies, don't fear me
So bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before
let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, I question Hussein
Like fiends for that last vein, stuck in the game

I hit the like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of niggaz, who all got me
While bitches who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' sluggs Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new
We shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to me
Another gay rapper, caps to Jay Z

(Buck buck buck buck buck)
And still capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to nothin', then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
to be the thug nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin' cases,
Niggaz playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty
I'm screamin' death row, throw my Westside, no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to

We claim mob, M O B if you be
We control all from Atlantic Pacific
And get this, I'm to kill
When I peel with live spot
Father, how the did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of it up, and my demons
night, hear them screamin'
We all out

We all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, a doubt
Ball, which we all ride if it's on
Each nigga ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, go all out
in ya way, you better go all out

I'm on my land sled, walkin' through the of the beats
Feelin' like I'm all out, drunk as can be, plain' to see
That we mobb niggaz in bushes claimin' that they ride rough
But they soft as they cushion, softer than bitches
In the worst way, in blood, outlawz my blood brothers
I'd die for these thuggs, say hi to this
a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
Was ridin' Pac, but when he died, they went pop

I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no west coast
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz in the street game
'Cause rappers Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they vein's
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap soft ass to the floor
And watch my put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be this
It's all my heart when I was writin' this, all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till they out
Take them the war route, a doubt
Ball, which we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on

If you got to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas with ya peeps, betta go all out
see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you go all out

Now, we all and down to die, who wit us?
Speak up, or get treated you comin' to kill us
Ain't nothin' but squealers, in this rap game, they rough
up, and now them niggaz swearin' they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we forgot 'bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, bring the bitch up out cha
me, Kastro with the goattee, walkin' like a OG
'Cause all fag motherfuckers owe me

I pray to the thug Lord, that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, the Heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you
Feel what I'm talkin' 'bout, 'cause this is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till feel it
Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, can't deal wit
Holla back, right back, and ya mouth
Or get blood in it, what, we all out, nigga

We goin' all out, bomb first they fall out
Take the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which we all ride if it's on
Each nigga ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas playin' ya peeps, betta go all out
see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you go all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till they out
Take the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, go all out
Try'na see the next day, go all out
in ya way, you better go all out

Fool, you go all out
Keep all out
All my niggaz all out
Without a doubt

Ey, you niggaz just gon that you gon be uhh
and slippin' on all of these motherfuckin' records
And we ain't gon say shit, now 1999
a different grin'd, don't disrespect the Don
It's war motherfuckers