Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

from the of the ghetto
i try to
ya my music
on a CD or rap
i make it take it
to the mom and store
for a proper cash
from the mom and store

dont want no rappers on consignment
find alignment
come another climate
don't even know who you is
you need a name in the biz

your album, for one, has no
your and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, your is trashy
outkast, they class me
out the door is where they 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 the white security guard
bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
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 seein a black guard for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places i be in
you can spend money here
you cant make no money
you better get outta ya here here
did i make myself
i go and drink a
til im pissy in my
big as missy (EEEEEE!)

I'm so plus overstressed
wanna rap so hard im
sometimes i cock my heat
make them play my song 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 the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like roberta
get up, get my tapes pressed up
the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need
ima beethoven givin, 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl drippin
it might sound strange in my
but im from the west
i change with the hands of time
i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i give a damn
black pecker's my title, john is my idol
im thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac
to put my grass 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 too much shit, thats why you got hit
home with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO,
I wanna kill every cop I
I burn down this house that swapped me
Im talkin but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus
all the and all the europeans
the ones makin 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, burn it
run the white outta town, motherfucker
so tell griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klan
the wrath of the afroman

let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all
let me out, let me out
the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take of my destiny

I CAN DO IT, I CAN IT
if you give it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the music industry, fuck the 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 understand the

fuck the police and the ku klux

ima hungry hustla, east side young