Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

i wanna sell yay
get my door in by the kkk
shoulda said the
lookin for the piece inside my caprice

from the of the ghetto
i try to
ya caught my
on a CD or rap
i it then take it
to the mom and papa
for a cash flo'
from the mom and store

want no more rappers on consignment
find alignment
back another climate
people don't even who you is
you need a in the music biz

your album, for one, has no
your and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, music is trashy
outkast, they class me
out the door is where catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight the street
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to swap
(SAY WHAT?)
to make a mil without a record deal
selling tapes off the back of my de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the is hard
in a fight the white security guard
bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to to him but nope he not listenin
ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a
tellin me i cant be in the that i be in
you can your money here
you cant no money here
you better get outta here ya here
did i make myself
i go and drink a
til im pissy in my
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed plus
wanna rap so im obsessed
sometimes i cock my heat
them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out
let me show the world what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the people scream n shout
let me out, let me out
let me the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take of my destiny

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like roberta
get dressed up, get my pressed up
'cause the music industry is up, baby!
i throw a party as i sip bacardi
on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri still drippin
it might strange in my rhyme
but im from the coast
i cant change with the of time
what i am is i am
if you dont like i am i dont give a damn
black pecker's my title, john king is my
im thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just mashin
to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you boo boo sit
you talk too shit, thats why you got hit
walkin with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6
punk niggas get GA-FFO,
I wanna kill every cop I
I burn down this house that swapped me
Im smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus
all the koreans and all the
the ones makin money off of human beings
OH! it up, give it up
its time for the folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it
run the white cops town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his ass b
runs from the vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klan
the wrath of the afroman

let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all
let me out, let me out
the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my

I CAN DO IT, I CAN IT
if you give it to me baby, ima take it
the music industry, fuck the music biz
i make my own rap tape and tell it it is
revolution,
- thats the solution
i the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody the Afroman

fuck the and the ku klux klan

ima hustla, east side young busta