Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
bleezy help em out please
M-Eazy em out please
Somebody go tell to help em out
yeah, young neefy em out
dress up like to help em out
yo peedi, go see and break him out
before i 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 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 game was
I got the straight flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one
I'm the Game's Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know
On the pointin now look where Spado at
Stuck behind bars, dealing with those prison guards
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this some real shit real niggas rather give you a shell
Than you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin
I from runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at now Cyss involved
ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
Y'all can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little complaining to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw like a blood when he bangin a crip
You should bite the hand that 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 suprised you get smacked up Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the talked about Philly since Mac got booked

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

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