Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just help em out please
help em out please
Somebody go Free to help em out
yeah, young neefy em out
dress up like to help em out
yo peedi, go see and break him out
i show these young dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas a little pissed
now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane when i
How y'all talkin Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Gun shit
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with prison guards
Only get to see when he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga shit real rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real ain't Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I from runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little Neef to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he a crip
You should never the hand that feed you
Sucking so much dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of clapped that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't with em
Free to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them
Now Def Jam can't make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them teairra cuts in em
i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A pound slug slice right through them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the on the Pumas
in one ear and out the other like a rumor
He got shot before he got a chance to a sooner
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know that the fool
You make me, make Jay lose his cool

(The Game)
First buddens, the bleek, then the g-unit
that's a staff, record and a motherfuckin group
now you faggots
i sold more for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar