Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

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

dont want no rappers on consignment
find alignment
come back another
people don't even who you is
you need a in the music biz

album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and kneecaps have no
your ashy, your is trashy
outkast, inside class 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 tapes off the back of my 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, ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black workin for a Korean
tellin me i be in the places that i be in
you can spend money here
you make no money here
you better get outta ya here here
did i myself clear?
i go and drink a
til im pissy in my
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed plus
wanna rap so im obsessed
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 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 take of my destiny

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like roberta
get dressed up, get my pressed up
the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip
on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri still drippin
it sound strange in my rhyme
but im from the west
i cant change with the hands of
i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i give a damn
pecker's my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young
i dont care 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 my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your split
i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the in my 6 A---FRO
niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill cop I meet
I wanna burn down this house swapped me
Im smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the and all the europeans
the ones money off of black human beings
OH! it up, give it up
its time for the black to live it up
a-ya-hey! it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town,
so tell griffith that his punk ass b
from the black vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux
the wrath of the afroman

let me out, let me out
let me these motherfuckers what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he 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 control 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
fuck the corporate world, THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody understand the

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hungry hustla, east young busta