Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy help em out
Just bleezy help em out
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 beans and him out
before i these young dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, i'm back
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my wrist
All it took was one verse, and game was
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And i'll both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison
Only get to see outside when he in the prison
And this some 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 that's Cyss, so how you hard?
I from 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, 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 stick y'all
I got little Neef to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's with the 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 bite the hand feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped chrome
So i be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about Philly Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call the Young Gunz
Dash left, now Beans don't 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 ain't got them teairra 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 hundred pound slug right through them
Hit the corner, bullets 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
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the in Neef mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the
You gonna make me, make Jay lose his

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