Luyện nghe bài hát Help 'Em Out

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy help em out
Just bleezy help em out
M-Eazy help em out
Somebody go tell to help em out
yeah, young neefy em out
dress up RunDMC to help em out
yo peedi, go see beans and him out
before i show young dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was in Compton, loading my strap
And seem a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane i spit
How y'all talkin that 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 of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know
On the stand now look where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those guards
Only get to see outside when he in the prison
And this some nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell
send you to jail

(Cyssero)
A real nigga ain't Chris, a nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I from runnin' the underground
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You holla at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus 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 complaining to
Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw like a blood when he bangin a crip
You never bite the hand that feed you
so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel
And none of y'all clapped chrome
So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked Philly since Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you 'bout the and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call the Young Gunz
Dame Dash left, now don't fuck with em
signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them
Now Def Jam can't even make a with em
Cause ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll feel like a hit em
Leave 'em like a swisha in philly no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice through them
Hit the corner, bullets like the logo on the Pumas
in one ear and out the other like a rumor
He got shot before he got a to grow a sooner
Then i'ma by lootin and choose
Put the in Neef mouth while 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, then the g-unit
that's a staff, record and a motherfuckin group
now you little
i sold records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self
The new of Philly...RockStar