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 piece 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 papa
for a cash flo'
from the mom and papa

dont want no more on consignment
another alignment
come back climate
people even 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 music is
outkast, inside they me
out the door is they catch 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
talkin 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard for a Korean
me i cant be in the places that i be in
you can your money here
you cant no money here
you better get 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 plus overstressed
wanna rap so im obsessed
sometimes i wanna cock my
make them punks play my on the beat (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 people scream n shout
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,
for a murder, black
like roberta
get dressed up, get my pressed up
'cause the industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i need nobody
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still
it might sound strange in my
but im from the coast
i cant with the hands of time
what i am is i am
if you like what i am i dont give a damn
pecker's my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, cadillac mashin
bags to put my in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do FUBU is booboo
i my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums
while i sit, sell yay, (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6
niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna every cop I meet
I wanna burn this house that swapped me
Im smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, clearin
all the and all the europeans
the makin 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, it down
run the cops outta town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his 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
fuck the in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the world the best 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 music industry, fuck the biz
i my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution,
revolution - thats the
i made the rap tape, i the CD
the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody the Afroman

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hustla, east side young busta