Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, junction
The remix version for all the brothers out
That got shit on they chest and just 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 do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit no pressure
'Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the with the stun 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 even rock the mic for seven days with Toni
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six six
So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the 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 be gettin' 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 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)
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 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 can't it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

We got more than James Brown and platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin' new a fetus
So run tell your granny, your pops and girl
Niggaz me gonna rule the world
So all aboard the J-Ro 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 Alize on ice on down to Beck's
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 with it

With the Olde Gold gettin' 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 your night

So ease up off my line, and let me
I'll lose you like that jewelry that that bitch can't
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)
say I can't 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 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 enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid 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 the cold while I torch MC's
I be itchin' for a scratch like the Force MD's
But yo fuck that, is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he hold it in

I can't hold it in my friend the 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 been
We had you salivation like the dogs that be
For the Kibbles n Bits, I love tits and rap hits
And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin' yaps with the

I can't hold it in I gotta speak my
There's a lotta half-ass thinkin' they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's more like Busta the A
You never think of nuttin' to say

The freshest DJ the state 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 shit off our chest nigga
Yo we get up out
I wanna shout it out to my nigga D