Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just bleezy em out please
help em out please
Somebody go Free to help em out
yeah, neefy help em out
dress up RunDMC to help em out
yo peedi, go see and break him out
before i show these dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, my strap
And niggas a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How talkin that Young Gun shit?
young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, they know that
On the stand now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with prison guards
Only get to see when he in the prison yard
And this some nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you hard?
I went from runnin' the
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't with y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's with the and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw like a blood when he bangin a crip
You should never the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done your back on Sigel
And of y'all clapped that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about Philly Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come
Grew up in nice town, how they themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam can't make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice through them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the
in one ear and out the other like a rumor
He got shot before he got a to grow a sooner
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in mouth while he chewin his food
in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool
You gonna make me, Jay lose his cool

(The Game)
First buddens, the bleek, then the whole
that's a staff, record and a motherfuckin group
now you faggots
i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your self
The new of Philly...RockStar