Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

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

(Cyssero)
A real ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin
I went from runnin' the
To the Black Wall, so i'm in charge
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little complaining to Chris
Like "what we do, he's with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a when he bangin a crip
You should never the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your on Sigel
And none of clapped that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get up when Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the talked about Philly since Mac got booked

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

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