Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the bus, homie i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, 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 was convinced
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all talkin that Young Gun
young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Young Gun and i'm one young pit
And bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing those prison guards
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga shit real niggas rather you a shell
send 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 went runnin' the underground
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all been slippin off
stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac stick with y'all
I got Neef 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 bite the that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped that
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about 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 Dash left, now Beans don't with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam can't even a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them teairra cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A pound slug slice right through them
Hit the corner, curve like the logo on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the other a rumor
He got shot before he got a chance to a sooner
Then i'ma drive by lootin and
Put the in Neef mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know that the fool
You gonna make me, Jay lose his cool

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