Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction
The remix for all the brothers out there
That got shit on chest and just wanna let it out

say I can't hold it in
I let it all out
They'll say I can't it in
I gotta, I let it all out

Anything you do I could do fresher
I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
'Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my so let me run one

'Cause bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I even the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton
It's the, Liks, like a six point six
So while I be bitches you rush the porno flicks

For reals, I gots more skills than an center
I got your hoe my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain't
Indeed it's, the nigga that be rappers heated

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker a mole
My is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
All the Liks releases, become
Oh Jeezus, my style is sick like greases

And I can't it in
(I hold it in)
I let it all out
(I let it all out)
They'll say I can't it in
(I hold it in)
I let it all out
(I let it all out)

They'll say I can't it in
(I can't it in)
I let it all out
(I let it all out)
They'll say I hold it in
(I hold it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

I get in 'em when I sin 'em, the Alkaholiks
I fold your clothes with body still in 'em
The I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot is a shot

I grab rappers by the hand and sure they understand
That they can't scrape the man
A who stays, in the old school ways
And just like Subways, I can your days

We got soul than James Brown and platform Adidas
The crew, comin' new like a fetus
So run tell your granny, your and your girl
Niggaz like me rule the world
So all aboard the train to FunkyTown
Express from the West so it's that I clown

Let it all out
Let it all out
Let it all out
Let it all out

I bust the Alize on ice on down to brew
I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold like Donahue
'Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too to quit it
Dancin' with now you can't get busy with it

With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' dusty in the
I throw my shit deeper than Hostettler
So yo you got, 'cause god damn it's hot
It's the rhymer up in your night spot

So up off my line, and let me rhyme
lose you like that jewelry that that bitch can't find
On B E T, and yo take a secret psychic
'Cause even in the I'ma freak it when I mic it

And I holt it in
(I can't it in)
I let it all out
(I let it all out)
say I can't hold it in
(I can't it in)
I let it all out
(I let it all out)

They'll say I can't it in
(I hold it in)
I let it all out
(I let it all out)
They'll say I can't it in
(I can't it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats to touch ya
Known to rock the cooles with the rhyme structures
It's the man with vocal tones hurt words to broken bones
I got flows throughout my deep rooted like kidney stones

So tap into the cold while I MC's
'Cause I be for a scratch like the Force MD's
But yo that, Tash is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he can't it in

I can't it in my friend the Liks get the most clout
We be scorin' points like Michael Irvin on the post
And just like Joi boy, I make bones ache man
Just how much punishment can a rapper take

The homes be like, "Where you been?" Man I creatin'
We had you salivation the dogs that be waitin'
For the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits tits and rap
And Bruce Lee flicks, and yaps with the Liks

I can't hold it in I gotta my mind
There's a lotta half-ass thinkin' they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's more like Busta the A
You never think of nuttin' to say

The freshest DJ from the of Ohio
I remember when you battled, cuttin' up
Nots toe fucked with, to brag and boast
Packed up my Technics, now I'm on the coast, now I

Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest
Yo we get up out
I wanna shout it out to my Diamond D