Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

the tracks of the ghetto
i try to
ya my music
on a CD or rap
i make it take it
to the mom and papa
for a proper flo'
from the mom and store

dont want no more on consignment
find another
come another climate
people even know who you is
you need a name in the biz

your album, for one, has no
your and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, music is trashy
outkast, inside class me
out the door is where catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil without a record
selling tapes off the back of my de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the is hard
in a with the white security guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no
I try to talk to him but nope he not
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant dunk ass
skunk ass, ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm a black guard workin for a Korean
me i cant be in the places that i be in
you can spend money here
you cant no money here
you better get outta here ya here
did i myself clear?
i go and drink a
til im in my belly
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 whole the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my

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

let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my

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 make my own rap and tell it like it is
revolution,
revolution - thats the
i made the rap tape, i the CD
the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody understand the

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hungry hustla, east side young