Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
off the tour bus, homie i'm back
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And seem a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and game was
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane i spit
How y'all talkin Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but ain't guns y'all ain't 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 pointin now look where Spado at
Stuck prison 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 send you to

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went runnin' the underground
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all ain't at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his 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 Game and sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a when he bangin a crip
You should never the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all that chrome
So i be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most about Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call 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 got them teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel like a hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice right them
Hit the corner, bullets like the logo on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the other like a
He got shot before he got a to grow a sooner
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know you'se the fool
You gonna me, make Jay lose his cool

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