Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

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

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

(Cyssero)
A real ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You holla at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't with y'all
I got little complaining 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 draw blood like a blood when he a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped chrome
So i wouldn't be you get smacked up when Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most about Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the and where they come from
up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now don't fuck with em
signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them
Now Def Jam even make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them marie cuts in em
When i blaze, feel like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly no guts in them
A pound slug slice right through them
Hit the corner, bullets like the logo on the Pumas
in one ear and out the other like a rumor
He got shot he got a chance to grow a sooner
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth he chewin 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 group
now you faggots
i sold more records for y'all than y'all did motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar