Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

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

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

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

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

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

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, masterpieces
Oh Jeezus, my style is sick pork 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 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 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 gotta, I let it all out

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

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

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 the J-Ro train to FunkyTown
Express the West 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 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
Dancin' with toilets now you can't get busy it

With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' in the cellar
I throw my shit than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got, 'cause god damn hot
It's the Alkaholiks rhymer up in your night

So ease up off my line, and let me
I'll lose you like that jewelry that that bitch find
On B E T, and yo it'll take a secret
'Cause even in the future 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 hold 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)
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 with the liquid rhyme
It's the man with tones that hurt words to broken bones
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 with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J he can't hold it in

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

The be like, "Where you been?" Man I been creatin'
We had you like the dogs that be waitin'
For the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits and rap hits
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 niggaz they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's more like Busta the A
You never think of fresh to say

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

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