Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

from the of the ghetto
i try to
ya caught my
on a CD or rap
i make it take it
to the mom and store
for a proper cash
from the mom and papa

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

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

on the street is hard
in a fight with the white guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no
I try to to him but nope he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam ass
skunk ass, ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm a black guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places i be in
you can spend money here
you cant no money here
you get outta here ya here here
did i make clear?
i go and a beer
til im pissy in my
big as missy (EEEEEE!)

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

let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world what im all
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the of me
let me out, let me out
let me contol of my destiny

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 a pity party as i sip bacardi
on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl drippin
it might sound strange in my
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 pecker's my title, king is my idol
im havin thoughts suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just mashin
to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your 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 every cop I meet
I wanna burn down house that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you aint
get gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of human beings
OH! give it up, it up
its time for the black folks to it up
a-ya-hey! it down, burn it down
run the white cops town, motherfucker
so andy griffith that his punk ass b
from the black vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klan
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
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and
let me out, let me out
let me the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my

I CAN DO IT, I CAN IT
if you dont it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the music industry, 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
fuck the corporate world, THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody the Afroman

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hustla, east side young busta