Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

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

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you hard?
I went from runnin' the
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls
Y'all can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
Like "what we do, he's with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to blood like a blood when he bangin a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped that
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 since Mac got booked

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

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