Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

i wanna sell yay
get my kicked 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 make it take it
to the mom and store
for a cash flo'
from the mom and store

want no more rappers on consignment
find alignment
back another climate
people don't even who you is
you a name in the music biz

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

on the street is hard
in a fight with the security guard
talkin '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 workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the that i be in
you can your money here
you cant 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
wanna rap so im obsessed
i wanna cock my heat
make them punks play my on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out
let me show the world what im all about
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 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 dressed up, get my tapes up
'cause the music industry is up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip
sell on! rap tapes, i dont nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45
its the year 2000 and my curl still drippin
it might sound in my rhyme
but im the west coast
i cant change with the of time
i am is what i am
if you dont like i am i dont give a damn
black pecker's my title, john is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, rival
i dont care about fashion, cadillac mashin
bags to put my grass in, to put my cash in
i dont wear like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and you shit boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums
while i sit, sell yay, (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO,
I wanna kill cop I meet
I wanna down this house that swapped me
Im talkin but you aint hearin
get your gat, i start racketeerin, plus clearin
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! it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town,
so andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs 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 show these what 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 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 make my own rap and tell it like it is
revolution,
- thats the solution
i the rap tape, i made the CD
the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody understand the

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hungry hustla, east side busta