Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

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

want no more rappers on consignment
find alignment
come another climate
people don't even who you is
you need a in the music 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 catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight 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 back of my Coupe de (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the is hard
in a fight with the security guard
bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to to him but nope he not listenin
ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, 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 your here
you cant make no money
you get outta here ya here here
did i make clear?
i go and drink a
til im pissy in my
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

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

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

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like flack
get dressed up, get my pressed up
the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip
sell on! rap tapes, i dont nobody
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my curl still drippin
it might strange in my rhyme
but im from the west
i cant change with the of time
i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i dont give a
black pecker's my title, king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young
i dont care fashion, just cadillac mashin
bags to put my grass in, bank to put my in
i dont FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you too much shit, thats why you got hit
home with your gums split
while i sit, yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6
punk get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna every cop I meet
I burn down this house that swapped me
Im smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, clearin
all the koreans and all the
the ones makin money off of black human
OH! it up, give it up
its time for the folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town,
so tell andy griffith that his ass b
runs the black 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 what im all
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the 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 make my own rap tape and tell it 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 police and the ku klux

ima hungry hustla, east side busta