Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, junction
The remix version for all the 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
say I can't hold it in
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

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

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

And 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 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 hold it in
(I can't it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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