Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction
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
say I can't hold it in
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

I grab rappers by the hand and make they understand
That they can't scrape 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 crew, comin' new like 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 West so it's 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 to Beck's brew
I got more fame than Dane I hold mics like Donahue
'Cause I'm committed, it, you was too legit to quit it
Dancin' toilets now you can't get busy with it

With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff
So yo what you got, 'cause god it's hot
It's the Alkaholiks rhymer up in 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 psychic
'Cause even in the future I'ma 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 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

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

So tap into the cold while I MC's
'Cause I be itchin' for a scratch like the MD's
But yo that, Tash is in the wind 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 on the post route
And just like Joi boy, I make bones ache man
how much punishment can a rapper 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 pits tits and rap hits
And Lee flicks, and clockin' 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 without the A
You never think of fresh to say

The freshest DJ from the state of
I when 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 get that shit off our chest nigga
Yo we get up out
I wanna it out to my nigga Diamond D