Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, this go out to stations
The jockeys, college radio
market
And promotions street
Anybody who put a up
Anybody passed the word bout harlem world
that kept the buzz goin
Everybody that starred in harlem
And myself m a $ e, baby
Loon, meeno, blinky
combs, cardan
All out

There's a lot of things that on my mine
Lately a lot a fakes crossing the line
to take the track we hit on
Throw it down and on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you messin with
Wit the anger I
Got to get it off my
Brutalize fake emcees to get off my
a pellet to the face
Then I on a vest
Then I the gloves
And take the out his chest
confess
Stress factor I have to
Take it there beware, for disaster
Final chapter, cowards
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all know the answer
Cancer and the
Transform to
Nouns rip rounds
Clowns get bust
For now y'all got to play the background
I'm the of this rap game it's time for lock down

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God you
The cops came to your
I bet you, if it was ma$e he of threat you
I you wasn't shit before I met you
And because you can't walk it
Don't mean you talk it
My cats got mels to hit, shells to
They low in the volvo the l's get lit
I'm harlem world
You don't the hell I'm wit
So y'all chics can't me shit
Come on now, clear the way
Under cars better
Shots ricochet
Stay alive day
no lame in my staff
We don't aim for
So if I you who gon back you
You see nothin
My home me somethin
gt glamour misses down south gettin riches
And that's word to jehovah
Any man this fam get beat up wit the quickness

Yo, let me you somethin', I'm ahead of my time
Ain't no damn pellets, is lead in my rhyme
When I this stuff you know
Get a pen and pad
one stop at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda like the window, back of the volvo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if ain't my ammo
All I did was 2 that was just a demo
Went from harlem to
to the wood
People gon hate regardless I feel so
For my ac
Now I'm a sit on my hood
They say b you your thing I say playa I should
I hard like the notorious rapper
Slash b.i.g. slash
King of new york the
Slash head fake slash in the paint you
Slash slash air jordan cross you
Slash murphy slash four turn
Slash cardan slash take my stuff

[huddy
I'm bigger dough spotin minks and figaro's
All my misses know huddy comb the
I can get a ho play a game like
I done did it yo any cat didn't ya know?
So you wanna do my whole team comin thru
Runnin any crew I gave money to
But though
Y'all cats that know really know
Harlem world gon be the clique that that willy flow
All them rings and things you about bring em out
I did things that your team won't dream
Scheme about but don't really know a about
But for the dough I blow any you slingin out

[blinky
You wanna go to war, what you sucker
I out now I got to bust ya
And your men from your told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you girls out there I'm not ya
You look good that's why I got to ya
that I won't even stop to hug ya
Honey got pissed off and got her
But word to mother, I break that cat
Cause people know all the things I been thru
Still a like chris and kim woo
Yep the cops me
But if you want me and get me
Turn myself in nah you got to me
Do I got a gun you betta me
Cause I ain't goin in you got to wet me

Yo, ya eyes been ya past
Sad but you feelin my
You mad 'cause I'm dealin wit
And a don p glass
Try to me, I'm killin your ass
up and down for another half mill in a stash
I'm appearful willin to
I'm in the bath
Loungin wit ass
They found you killed in the trash
Case is I'm orderin a case of mo
At the shark bar wit haitian

Aight hud, hud

Y'all case is closed layin the cut band-aids
Air out ya mouth while you and ya man slayed

Yo, hop out the blue lex wit about two teks
Spit fourteen got two left
If one vest is thin you rock two
Triple and only in the u.s
I'm harlem world slash all out dot com
My con if you could pop then why pop don
Any cat actin bet he dacon
Wanna see a hundred
You at my arm
You think I take this to far in my rugar
Put a hollow to far
Have at ya wake scream bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a salt out in utah
So you are feel good, the country
And I where you are
Spain baggage and you yellin bon swa
You I'm comfy
murder one go humphrey
Think I'm five make to hundred gran monthly
lump me
Walk in clubs bump me
Wanna tell dumb chickens how they jump me
They can't to see the paramedics come to pump me
Why they ot, I'm mostly out the

All out