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
help 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 dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was stompin' in Compton, loading my
And niggas seem a little
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun
Cause Chris is a snitch, they know that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, with those prison guards
Only get to see outside he in the prison yard
And this some nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't
A real nigga Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from runnin' the
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little Neef 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 should never bite the hand that you
Sucking so 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 about Philly since Mac got

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam can't even make a with em
Cause ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in
A hundred pound slug slice right them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the 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 by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he his food
Everybody in Philadelphia that you'se the fool
You gonna me, make Jay lose his cool

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