Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

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

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

For reals, I gots skills than an occupation center
I got your hoe cookin' my
Action, lights and cameras needed
Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin' heated

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

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 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 hold it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

We got more soul than James Brown and platform
The Likwit crew, comin' new a fetus
So run your granny, your pops and your girl
Niggaz like me gonna the world
So all aboard the J-Ro 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 on ice on down to Beck's brew
I got more fame than Dana I hold mics like Donahue
'Cause I'm committed, it, you was too legit to quit it
Dancin' with toilets now you get busy with it

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

So ease up off my line, and let me
I'll lose you like 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 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 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 rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
Known to rock the with the liquid rhyme structures
the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones
I got flows throughout my 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 friend the Liks get the clout
We be scorin' points Michael Irvin on the post route
And just like Joi boy, I make bones ache man
Just how punishment can a rapper take man?

The homes be like, "Where you been?" Man I creatin'
We had you salivation like the that be waitin'
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 speak 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 nuttin' to say

The freshest DJ the state of Ohio
I when you battled, cuttin' up Survival
Nots toe fucked with, used to and boast
Packed up my Technics, now I'm on the coast, now I

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