Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just bleezy help em out
M-Eazy help em out
Somebody go Free to help em out
yeah, neefy help em out
up like RunDMC to help em out
yo peedi, go see beans and him out
i show these young dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the bus, homie i'm back
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas seem a little
now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it was one verse, and game was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane when i
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 Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll bite both of y'all fuck Young Gun shit
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand pointin now where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in the prison
And this some real shit real niggas rather give you a shell
Than you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin
I went runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at now Cyss involved
Y'all sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick y'all
I got little Neef to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to blood like a blood when he bangin a crip
You should never bite the that feed you
Sucking so Hova dick, you done turned 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,
why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got booked

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

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