Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just help em out please
help em out please
Somebody go Free to help em out
yeah, young help em out
dress up like 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 niggas a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the straight flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all dumped one clip
I'm the Young Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll bite both of y'all fuck Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they that
On the stand pointin now look where at
behind prison bars, dealing with those prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in the yard
And some real nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you hard?
I went runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little Neef complaining to
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 blood when he bangin a
You should never bite the hand that you
so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and they come from
up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame left, now Beans don't fuck with em
Free to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them
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 a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in
A hundred pound slug 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 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 that you'se the fool
You gonna make me, make Jay his cool

(The Game)
First buddens, the bleek, then the whole
that's a staff, label and a motherfuckin group
now you faggots
i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin
The new of Philly...RockStar