Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

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

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

Anything you could do I do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no
'Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer 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 the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six six
So while I be scoopin' bitches you the porno flicks

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

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

And 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)

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 can't 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 your clothes with your body still in 'em
The rhymes I got, hit like Lott
The way you take my spot is with a shot

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

We got more soul than James Brown and Adidas
The crew, comin' new like a fetus
So run your granny, your pops and your girl
Niggaz like me gonna rule the
So all aboard the J-Ro train to
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 the Alize on ice on down to Beck's brew
I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold like Donahue
'Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to it
Dancin' with now you can't get busy with it

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

So ease up off my line, and let me
I'll you like that jewelry that that bitch can't find
On B E T, and yo take a secret psychic
'Cause even in the future freak it when 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 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 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 gotta, I let it all out

With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats to touch ya
to rock the cooles with the liquid 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 I torch MC's
'Cause I be itchin' for a like the Force MD's
But yo fuck that, Tash is in the with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he hold it in

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

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 pits tits and rap hits
And Lee flicks, and clockin' yaps with the Liks

I hold it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin' can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, more like Busta without the A
You think of nuttin' fresh to say

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

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