Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas seem a pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my wrist
All it was one verse, and game was convinced
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How talkin that Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And i'll bite both of y'all that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they that
On the stand pointin now look where at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison
Only get to see outside he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga shit real niggas rather you a shell
Than send you to

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin
I from runnin' the underground
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
Like "what we do, he's with the Game 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 the hand that feed you
so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come
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
up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans fuck with 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 them teairra cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice right through
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the 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 whole
that's a staff, record label and a group
now you little
i sold more records for y'all than did your motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar