Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

the tracks 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 proper flo'
the mom and papa store

dont want no more rappers on
find another
come back climate
people even know who you is
you need a name in the biz

album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and have no lotion
your ashy, music is trashy
outkast, they class me
out the is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the
(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 white guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no
I try to talk to him but nope he not
Punk ass, ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, suckatash!
Now i'm seein a guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places i be in
you can spend money here
you cant no money here
you better get outta ya here here
did i make clear?
i go and a beer
til im pissy in my
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so plus overstressed
rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i wanna my heat
make punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world 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 contol of my destiny

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
for a murder, black
like flack
get dressed up, get my tapes up
'cause the industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
it might sound in my rhyme
but im from the west
i cant change the hands of time
i am is what i am
if you dont what i am i dont give a damn
black my title, john king is my idol
im havin thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac
bags to put my in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause is booboo
i pull my gat and you shit boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with gums split
i sit, sell 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 every cop I
I wanna burn down this that swapped me
Im talkin but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta racketeerin, plus clearin
all the koreans and all the
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! burn it down, burn it
run the white cops town, motherfucker
so tell griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux
feel the wrath of the

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 control of my

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

Nobody understand the

fuck the police and the ku klan

ima hungry hustla, east side busta