Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was stompin' in Compton, my strap
And seem a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little
All it took was one verse, and game was
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm when i spit
How y'all talkin that Young Gun
Y'all young but y'all guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And i'll both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause is a snitch, even they know that
On the pointin now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing those prison guards
Only get to see outside he in the prison 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 real 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 still in
You holla at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
Y'all rappers can't rap, why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a blood he bangin a crip
You should never bite the hand that you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned back on Sigel
And of y'all clapped that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac home
And cat not shook,
why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dash left, now Beans don't fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck them
Now Def Jam even make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a in philly with no guts in them
A hundred slug slice right through them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the other like a
He got shot before he got a chance to grow a
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the in Neef mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in know that you'se the fool
You make me, make Jay lose his cool

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