Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

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

(Cyssero)
A nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from runnin' the
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 Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls
rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little complaining to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he bangin a
You should 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 you get smacked 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 you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck them
Now Def Jam can't make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice through them
Hit the corner, curve like 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 that you'se the fool
You gonna me, make Jay lose his cool

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