Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just bleezy em out please
M-Eazy help em out
go tell Free to help em out
yeah, young neefy 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
Cause now i'm in the city huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and game was
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How talkin that Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they that
On the stand pointin now look where at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with prison guards
Only get to see outside he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga real niggas rather give you a shell
Than send you to

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real ain't Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from the underground
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You holla at Game? now Cyss involved
ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't with y'all
I got little Neef complaining to
Like "what we do, he's with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw blood a blood when he bangin a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so much dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all 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 Philly since Mac got booked

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

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