Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just help em out please
help em out please
Somebody go tell Free to em out
yeah, young neefy 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 tour bus, i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, my strap
And niggas a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it was one verse, and game was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane i spit
How y'all talkin that Young Gun
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't 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, they know that
On the stand now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, with those prison 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 nigga ain't Chris, a real ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you hard?
I went from runnin' the
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac 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 blood like a blood when he bangin a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all 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 most talked about since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they from
Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got with them
Now Def Jam even make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got teairra marie cuts in em
i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no 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 he got a chance to grow a sooner
Then i'ma drive by lootin and
Put the Hemi in Neef 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, the whole g-unit
that's a staff, label and a motherfuckin group
now you faggots
i more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar