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 em out please
Somebody go tell Free to em out
yeah, young neefy em out
dress up like to help em out
yo peedi, go see and break him out
before i show these young dummies what 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 city with huge canary diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
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 bite both of fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
Stuck behind bars, dealing with those prison guards
get to see outside when he in the prison yard
And this real nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell
send you to jail

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

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and they come from
up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz
Dame 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 they ain't got teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel like a hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A hundred slug slice right 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 before he got a chance to a sooner
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth he chewin his food
in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool
You make me, make Jay lose his cool

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