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 tell Free to em out
yeah, young neefy em out
up like RunDMC to help em out
yo peedi, go see and break him out
before i show young dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the bus, homie i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, my strap
And niggas a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow on my little wrist
All it was one verse, and game was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all 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
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
Stuck prison bars, dealing with those prison guards
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this some nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell
Than send you to

(Cyssero)
A real ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm in charge
You wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas slippin off
Chris 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 Neef to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done your back on Sigel
And none of y'all that chrome
So i wouldn't be 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 tell you 'bout the boys and where they come
Grew up in nice town, how they themselves the Young Gunz
Dame left, now Beans don't fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam even make a buck with em
Cause ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a in philly with no guts in them
A hundred pound slice right through them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the other a rumor
He got shot he got a chance to grow a sooner
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he chewin his
Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the
You gonna make me, make Jay his cool

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