Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar
'Em Out

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

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was stompin' in Compton, my strap
And niggas seem a pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge 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 talkin that Young Gun shit?
young 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 both of y'all fuck that Young Gun
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they that
On the stand pointin now look Spado at
behind prison bars, dealing with those prison guards
Only get to see when he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga shit niggas rather give you a shell
Than send you to

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a real ain't Neef
A real that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from the underground
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
stole Jay hov's 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 to Chris
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 when he bangin a
You never bite the hand that feed you
Sucking so much dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all that chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most 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 with
Now Def Jam can't even a buck with em
Cause ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em
i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in with no guts in them
A hundred pound slug right through them
Hit the corner, bullets like the logo on the Pumas
hollows in one ear and out the like a rumor
He got shot before he got a chance to grow a
i'ma drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know you'se the fool
You gonna make me, make Jay his cool

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