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 Free to em out
yeah, neefy help em out
dress up like to help em out
yo peedi, go see beans and him out
before i show these young dummies what beefing all

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the bus, homie i'm back
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And niggas seem a little
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 insane 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 Young Gun and i'm one pit
And i'll bite of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the pointin now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in the prison
And this some real nigga shit niggas rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I from runnin' the underground
To the Black Wall, so i'm still in
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been off
Chris stole Jay style, get off his dick and balls
rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all
I got little Neef complaining to
Like "what we 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 blood he bangin a crip
You should never bite the hand that you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned back on Sigel
And of y'all clapped that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got with them
Now Def Jam can't make a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them teairra marie in em
When i blaze, it'll like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in
A hundred pound slug slice right through
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the
hollows in one ear and out the like a rumor
He got shot before he got a to grow a sooner
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know you'se the fool
You gonna make me, make Jay lose his

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