Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, loading my
And niggas seem a little
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 that Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't one clip
I'm the Young Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, they know that
On the stand pointin now look where at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those guards
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this real 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 nigga Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm in charge
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all sick 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 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 a blood when he bangin a crip
You should never the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on
And none of y'all clapped that
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about Philly Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans fuck with em
Free to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them
Now Def Jam can't even a buck with 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 guts in
A hundred pound slug slice right through
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the
hollows in one ear and out the other a rumor
He got before he got a chance to grow a sooner
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia that you'se the fool
You gonna me, make Jay lose his cool

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