Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

from the tracks of the
i try to
ya my music
on a CD or rap
i make it take it
to the mom and papa
for a proper flo'
from the mom and store

dont want no more on consignment
find alignment
come back another
people don't know who you is
you a name in the music biz

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

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

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

let me out, let me out
let me the whole 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 show the whole 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 flack
get dressed up, get my pressed up
'cause the music industry is up, baby!
i throw a party as i sip bacardi
on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45
its the year and my gerri curl still drippin
it sound 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 thats suicidal, young rival
i care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU 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
while i sit, yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the in my 6 A---FRO
punk get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill cop I meet
I burn down this house that swapped me
Im talkin but you aint hearin
get your gat, i start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of black human
OH! give it up, it up
its for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town,
so andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux
the wrath of the afroman

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 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 give it to me baby, ima take it
the music 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 klan

ima hungry hustla, east young busta