Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

from the tracks of the
i try to
ya my music
on a CD or rap
i make it then it
to the mom and store
for a proper cash
from the mom and store

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

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

Hustlin on the street is
in a fight the white security guard
talkin 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, slam dunk ass
skunk ass, ass, sufferin 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 money here
you cant make no here
you better get outta ya here here
did i myself clear?
i go and drink a
til im in my belly
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so plus overstressed
wanna rap so hard im
sometimes i cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out
let me show the whole what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n
let me out, let me out
let me the whole 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 roberta
get up, get my tapes pressed up
the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a party 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 might sound in my rhyme
but im from the coast
i cant 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 thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care fashion, just cadillac mashin
to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you boo boo sit
you too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your split
i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin the street in my 6 A---FRO
niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill cop I meet
I wanna burn this house that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, clearin
all the koreans and all the
the makin money off of black human beings
OH! it up, give it up
its for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it
run the white cops town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his 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 these motherfuckers what 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 control of my destiny

I CAN DO IT, I CAN IT
if you dont 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,
revolution - thats the
i the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody the Afroman

fuck the police and the ku klux

ima hungry hustla, side young busta