Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy help em out
bleezy help em out please
M-Eazy help em out
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, homie i'm
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas seem a pissed
Cause now i'm in the with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all that Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one
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, even they that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this some real 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 wanna holla at Game? now involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got Neef complaining to Chris
"what we gonna do, he's with the Game 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 that feed you
Sucking so much dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped that
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 since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the 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 even make a buck em
Cause they ain't got them teairra marie in em
When i blaze, it'll feel a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in
A hundred pound slug slice right them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the 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 the fool
You gonna make me, make Jay lose his

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