Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy help em out
Just bleezy em out please
help em out please
Somebody go tell to help em out
yeah, neefy help em out
up like RunDMC to help em out
yo peedi, go see beans and him out
before i show these dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, my strap
And niggas seem a pissed
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 straight jacket flow, i'm when i spit
How y'all talkin that Gun shit?
Y'all but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Gun and i'm one young pit
And i'll both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, with those prison guards
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga shit real rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin
I went from runnin' the
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna holla at now Cyss involved
Y'all sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and
rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw blood a blood when he bangin a crip
You should never bite the hand that you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on
And none of y'all clapped that
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about Philly Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with
Now Def Jam even make 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 a swisha in philly with no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice right 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 drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the
You gonna make me, Jay lose his cool

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