Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

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

dont want no rappers on consignment
find alignment
come back 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 is trashy
outkast, inside they me
out the door is where catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to swap
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil without a record
tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the is hard
in a fight the white security guard
talkin 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but 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
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 myself clear?
i go and drink a
til im in my belly
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed plus
rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i wanna my heat
make them punks 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 party people scream n
let me out, let me out
let me show the world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take of my destiny

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like roberta
get dressed up, get my pressed up
'cause the music is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45
its the year 2000 and my curl still drippin
it might strange in my rhyme
but im from the coast
i cant change with the of time
what i am is 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 thats suicidal, young
i dont about 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 you shit boo boo sit
you too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO,
I wanna kill every cop I
I wanna burn down this that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you hearin
get your gat, i start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the and all the europeans
the ones money off of black human beings
OH! give it up, it up
its time for the black to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it
run the cops outta town, motherfucker
so tell andy 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
the sheriff in the ass til he scream and 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 of my destiny

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,
- thats the solution
i made the rap tape, i the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody understand the

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hungry hustla, east side busta