Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction
The version for all the brothers out there
got shit on they 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 could do
When I'm on the microphone I rock the without no pressure
'Cause I snuck my ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
I to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one

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

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

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to drop and roll
All the Liks releases, become
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)
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 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 I sin 'em, the Alkaholiks venom
I fold your with your body still in 'em
The rhymes I got, hit Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my is with a shot

I rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
they can't scrape J-Ro the man
A who stays, in the old school ways
And just Subways, I can make your days

We got more soul than James and platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin' new like a
So run tell your granny, pops and your girl
like me gonna rule the world
So all aboard the J-Ro to FunkyTown
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 to Beck's brew
I got more fame than Dana Dane I mics like Donahue
'Cause I'm committed, it, you was too legit to quit it
Dancin' with toilets now you can't get with it

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

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

And I can't 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 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 enough to ya
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid structures
It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken
I got flows my body 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 wind the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J he can't hold it in

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

The homes be like, "Where you been?" Man I creatin'
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' yaps with the

I hold it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a lotta half-ass thinkin' they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's more 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 fucked with, used to and boast
up my Technics, now I'm on the West coast, now I

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