Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

i dont sell yay
get my door in by the kkk
said the police
lookin for the quarter piece inside my

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 papa
for a cash flo'
from the mom and papa

dont want no more rappers on
find alignment
come back climate
people don't even who you is
you need a name in the biz

your album, for one, has no
your and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, music is trashy
outkast, inside they me
out the door is they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil a record deal
tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the is hard
in a with the white security 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, monk ass, suckatash!
Now i'm a black guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places i be in
you can spend money here
you make no money here
you better get outta here ya here
did i make clear?
i go and drink a
til im in my belly
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed overstressed
rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the (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 people scream 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 contol of my destiny

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like flack
get up, get my tapes pressed up
the music industry is messed up, baby!
i a pity party as i sip bacardi
on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still
it sound strange in my rhyme
but im the west coast
i cant change the hands of time
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 suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just mashin
bags to put my grass in, to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is
i my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home your gums split
while i sit, yay, eryday (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 but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, clearin
all the koreans and all the
the ones money off of black human beings
OH! give it up, it up
its time for the folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, it down
run the white cops town, motherfucker
so andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klan
feel the wrath of the

let me out, let me out
let me show 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 world the of me
let me out, let me out
let me control of my destiny

I CAN DO IT, I CAN IT
if you dont give it to me baby, ima it
fuck the industry, fuck the music biz
i make my own rap and tell it like it is
revolution,
revolution - the solution
i the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody the Afroman

fuck the police and the ku klan

ima hungry hustla, east young busta