Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Out

That's the Alkaholiks functions, junction
The version for all the brothers out there
That got on they chest and just wanna let it out

say I can't 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 could do
I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
'Cause I my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get lyrics off my chest so let me run one

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

For reals, I more skills than an occupation center
I got your hoe my dinner
Action, lights and ain't needed
Indeed it's, the nigga 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 Liks releases, become
Oh Jeezus, my is sick like pork greases

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 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)
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 body still in 'em
The I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot is a shot

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

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

With the vintage Gold gettin' dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit 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 you like that jewelry that that bitch can't find
On B E T, and yo take a secret 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 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)
say I can't hold it in
(I can't it in)
I gotta, I let it all out

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

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

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

The homes be like, "Where you been?" Man I been
We had you salivation like the that be waitin'
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 niggaz thinkin' 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 from the state of
I remember you battled, cuttin' up Survival
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 nigga
Yo we get up out
I wanna it out to my nigga Diamond D