Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, junction
The version for all the brothers out there
That got on they chest and just wanna let it out

They'll say I 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 could do I do fresher
I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
'Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the with the stun gun
I to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one

'Cause who's Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I even rock the mic for days with Toni Braxton
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six six
So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the flicks

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

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

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

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

I grab rappers by the hand and make sure understand
That they scrape J-Ro the man
A who stays, in the old school ways
And just like Subways, I can make your

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

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 mics like Donahue
'Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too to quit it
with toilets now you can't get busy with it

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

So up off my line, and let me rhyme
I'll lose you like that jewelry that that bitch can't
On B E T, and yo it'll a secret psychic
'Cause in the future 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)
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 can't it in
(I hold 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 gotta, I let it all out

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

So tap into the cold while I torch
'Cause I be itchin' for a scratch like the Force
But yo fuck that, is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J he can't hold it in

I hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout
We be scorin' points like Michael Irvin on the route
And just like Joi boy, I your bones ache man
how much punishment can a rapper take man?

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

I can't it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a lotta niggaz thinkin' they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's like Busta without the A
You never think of nuttin' to say

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

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