Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, this go out to radio
The jockeys, college radio
Independent
And street team
Anybody who put a up
Anybody passed the word bout harlem world
Anybody that kept the buzz
Everybody that starred in harlem
And m a $ e, baby stase
Loon, meeno, blink
combs, cardan
All out

There's a lot of things that been on my
Lately a lot a been crossing the line
Tryin to take the we hit on
it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you messin danger
Wit the anger I
Got to get it off my
Brutalize fake emcees to get off my
Take a pellet to the
Then I throw on a
Then I the gloves
And take the bullet out his
Must
Stress still I have to
Take it there beware, for disaster
Final chapter, y'all
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all know the answer
and the herbs
Transform to
Nouns rip rounds
Clowns get down
For now y'all cowards got to the background
I'm the warning of this rap game it's time for lock

[baby
God you
The came to your rescue
I bet you, if it was he would of threat you
I you wasn't shit before I met you
And just because you walk it
Don't mean you talk it
My got mels to hit, shells to spit
They low in the volvo the l's get lit
I'm harlem world
You don't the hell I'm wit
So chics can't tell me shit
on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars better
Shots ricochet
Stay alive day
It's no lame in my
We aim for cats
So if I you who gon back you
You ain't see
My made me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses down south riches
And that's word to witness
Any man cross this fam get up wit the quickness

Yo, let me tell you somethin', I'm ahead of my
Ain't no damn pellets, this is lead in my
When I spit stuff you know
Get a pen and pad
This one at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda the window, back of the volvo limo
Cuda, don't me nothin if ain't about my ammo
All I did was 2 clue's that was a demo
Went harlem to holly
to the wood
People gon regardless I feel so good
For my ac
Now I'm a legend sit on my
They say b you doin your thing I say I should
I play hard the notorious rapper
Slash b.i.g. christopher
King of new york the
head fake slash in the paint horse you
Slash perimeter slash air cross you
murphy slash four turn delirious
Slash cardan take my stuff seriously

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

blink]
You wanna go to war, what you sucker
I out now I got to bust ya
And men from your block told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you girls out there I'm not ya
You good that's why I got to touch ya
After that I won't even to hug ya
Honey got pissed off and got her
But to mother, I break that cat into
Cause people don't all the things I been thru
Still a like chris and kim woo
Yep the disrespect me
But if you want me and get me
Turn in nah you got to catch me
Do I got a gun you betta me
Cause I goin in alive you got to wet me

Yo, ya eyes been ya past
Sad but you my wrath
You mad I'm dealin wit cash
And a don p cylinder
Try to harm me, I'm killin ass
Straight up and down for half mill in a stash
I'm appearful willin to
I'm still in the
chillin wit ass
They done found you killed in the
Case is close I'm orderin a of mo
At the shark bar wit hoes

Aight hud, hud

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

Yo, mase hop out the lex wit about two teks
Spit fourteen got about two
If one is thin you rock two vest
Triple platinum and in the u.s
I'm from harlem slash all out dot com
My con if you pop cris then why pop don
Any cat actin ra-ra bet he
Wanna see a gran
You at my arm
You think I wanna take to far in my rugar
Put a bullet to far
cats at ya wake scream bout how they knew ya
And ya in a salt lake out in utah
So you are feel good, the country
And I know 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
Wanna me
Walk in clubs they me
Wanna tell they dumb chickens how jump me
They can't to see the paramedics come to pump me
Why ot, I'm mostly out the country

All out