Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just bleezy em out please
M-Eazy em out please
Somebody go tell to help em out
yeah, young help em out
dress up RunDMC 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, i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, loading my
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 was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm when i spit
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 Young Gun
Cause is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with prison guards
Only get to see when he in the prison yard
And this some real shit real niggas rather give you a shell
Than send you to

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

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

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