Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just bleezy em out please
M-Eazy em out please
Somebody go tell to help em out
yeah, neefy help em out
dress up like 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 tour bus, i'm back
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And seem a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it was one verse, and game was convinced
I got the straight flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
Y'all young but ain't 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 that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they that
On the stand now look where 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 rather give you a shell
Than send you to

(Cyssero)
A real nigga Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I from runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm in charge
You wanna holla at now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, 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 complaining to
Like "what we gonna do, he's the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to blood like a blood when he bangin a crip
You should never bite the hand feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done your back on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped chrome
So i wouldn't be you get smacked up when Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the talked about Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam even make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them teairra cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel like a hit em
'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice right them
Hit the corner, curve like the logo on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the like a rumor
He got before he got a chance to grow a sooner
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know 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, label and a motherfuckin group
now you little
i sold more records for than y'all did your motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar