Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas seem a little
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 insane when i
How y'all talkin Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one
I'm the Game's Gun and i'm one young pit
And bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even know that
On the stand pointin now look where at
Stuck behind prison bars, with 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 ain't Neef
A nigga 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, plus y'all niggas slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
"what we gonna do, he's with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw like a blood when he bangin a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned back on Sigel
And none of y'all that 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 tell you 'bout the boys and where they come
up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got with them
Now Def Jam can't even make a with em
Cause they ain't got them teairra marie in em
When i blaze, it'll feel a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly no guts in them
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 a rumor
He got shot before he got a to grow a sooner
Then i'ma drive by lootin and
Put the in Neef mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the
You gonna me, make Jay lose his cool

(The Game)
First buddens, the bleek, then the g-unit
a staff, record 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