Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. AKA RockStar
'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, young help em out
up like RunDMC to help em out
yo peedi, go see and break him out
before i show these young dummies what beefing all

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, i'm back
I was stompin' in Compton, loading my
And seem a little pissed
now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it was one verse, and game was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm when i spit
How y'all talkin Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one pit
And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Gun shit
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand pointin now where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison
Only get to see outside when he in the yard
And this some real nigga shit real niggas give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I from runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna holla at Game? now Cyss
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been 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 complaining to
Like "what we gonna do, with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i keep the on my hip
And i aim to draw blood like a when he bangin a crip
You should never bite the hand that you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you 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 town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now don't fuck with em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck them
Now Def Jam can't even make a with em
Cause they ain't got them teairra cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A hundred slug slice right through them
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the
hollows in one ear and out the other like a
He got shot he got a chance to grow a sooner
Then i'ma drive by lootin and
Put the in Neef mouth while he chewin his food
in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool
You gonna make me, make Jay lose his

(The Game)
First buddens, the bleek, then the g-unit
that's a staff, record 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