Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

i dont wanna yay
get my kicked in by the kkk
said the police
lookin for the quarter piece inside my

from the tracks of the
i try to
ya caught my
on a CD or rap
i make it then it
to the mom and store
for a cash flo'
from the mom and papa

dont no more rappers on consignment
another alignment
come another climate
don't even know who you is
you need a in the music biz

album, for one, has no promotion
your and kneecaps have no lotion
ashy, your music is trashy
outkast, inside they me
out the is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil a record deal
tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the street is
in a fight with the white security
talkin 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but he not listenin
Punk ass, ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i be in the places that i be in
you can spend your here
you cant make no here
you better get outta ya here here
did i myself clear?
i go and drink a
til im pissy in my
big as missy (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed plus
wanna rap so im obsessed
i wanna cock my heat
make punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out
let me show the world what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the people scream n shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
for a murder, black
like flack
get up, get my tapes pressed up
the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i need nobody
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl drippin
it sound strange in my rhyme
but im from the coast
i change with the hands of time
what i am is i am
if you dont what i am i dont give a damn
black my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young
i dont about fashion, just cadillac mashin
bags to put my in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and you shit boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums
i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO,
I wanna kill cop I meet
I wanna burn down this that swapped me
Im talkin but you aint hearin
get your gat, i start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the koreans and all the
the ones makin money off of human beings
OH! give it up, it up
its for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, it down
run the white cops town, motherfucker
so tell andy that his punk ass b
runs from the vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux
feel the wrath of the

let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers im all about
let me out, let me out
the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take of my destiny

I CAN DO IT, I CAN IT
if you give it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the industry, fuck the music biz
i my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution,
- thats the solution
i the rap tape, i made the CD
the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody understand the

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hungry hustla, side young busta