Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the out there
That got shit on they and just wanna 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

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 with the stun gun
I gots to get some off my chest so let me run one

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

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

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and
All the releases, become masterpieces
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)
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)
They'll say I can't it in
(I hold it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

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

With the Olde Gold gettin' dusty in the cellar
I my shit deeper than Jeff 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 that jewelry that that bitch can't
On B E T, and yo it'll take a psychic
'Cause even in the I'ma freak it when I mic it

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 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 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 the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures
It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken
I got flows throughout my body rooted like kidney stones

So tap the cold while I torch MC's
'Cause I be itchin' for a scratch like the Force
But yo that, Tash is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he can't it in

I can't hold it in my the Liks get the most clout
We be points like Michael Irvin on the post route
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 like the dogs that be
For the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits and rap hits
And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin' yaps the Liks

I can't it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a lotta half-ass thinkin' they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's more like without the A
You think of nuttin' fresh to say

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

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