Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy help em out
Just help 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 beans and him out
before i show these young dummies beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the bus, homie i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, loading my
And seem a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the 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 y'all talkin Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know
On the stand pointin now look where at
Stuck prison bars, dealing with those prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in the yard
And this some real nigga shit real rather give you a shell
Than you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I from runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay style, get off his dick and balls
Y'all rappers rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little Neef to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's with the and he's sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he a crip
You should never bite the hand that you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done your back on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped that
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 they come
Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young
Dame Dash left, now don't fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam can't even make a buck em
they ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel like a hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no in them
A hundred slug slice right through them
Hit the corner, bullets curve the logo on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the other like a
He got shot before he got a chance to grow a
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the in Neef mouth 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 and a motherfuckin group
now you little
i more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar