Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

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

'Cause who's Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I even rock the mic for days with Toni Braxton
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six six
So I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks

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

I'm J-Ro, and my is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and
All the releases, become masterpieces
Oh Jeezus, my style is sick like 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 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)
They'll say I 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 your clothes with your body still in 'em
The I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my is with a shot

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

We got soul than James Brown and platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin' new a fetus
So run tell your granny, your and your girl
Niggaz like me gonna rule the
So all aboard the train to FunkyTown
Express from the West so it's best 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 hold mics like
'Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to it
with toilets now you can't get busy with it

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

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

flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
Known to the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures
It's the man with vocal tones that hurt to broken bones
I got flows throughout my body deep like kidney stones

So tap into the cold while I MC's
'Cause I be itchin' for a scratch the Force MD's
But yo that, Tash is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he hold it in

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

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 Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin' with the Liks

I hold it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a half-ass niggaz 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 state of
I remember when you battled, 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 Diamond D