Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

i wanna sell yay
get my door in by the kkk
shoulda the police
lookin for the quarter piece my caprice

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 store
for a cash flo'
the mom and papa store

dont want no more rappers on
find another
come another climate
people don't know who you is
you need a name in the biz

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

on the street is hard
in a with the white security guard
talkin 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but nope he not
Punk ass, flunk ass, slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the that i be in
you can spend your here
you cant make no money
you get outta here ya here here
did i make myself
i go and drink a
til im in my belly
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed overstressed
wanna rap so im obsessed
i wanna cock my heat
make them punks play my 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 party people n shout
let me out, let me out
let me the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take of my destiny

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
for a murder, black
like roberta
get dressed up, get my tapes up
'cause the music is messed up, baby!
i a pity party as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont nobody
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl drippin
it might 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 like what i am i dont a damn
black my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young
i care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you boo boo sit
you too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home your gums split
while i sit, 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 house that me
Im talkin smack but you aint
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus
all the and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of human beings
OH! it up, give it up
its time for the black folks to it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it
run the white cops outta town,
so tell griffith that his punk ass b
from the black vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux
the wrath of the afroman

let me out, let me out
let me show these what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the in the ass til he scream 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 dont give it to me baby, ima it
fuck the music industry, fuck the biz
i make my own rap tape and it like it is
revolution,
revolution - thats the
i made the rap tape, i the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody the Afroman

fuck the police and the ku klan

ima hustla, east side young busta