Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

i dont sell yay
get my kicked in by the kkk
said the police
lookin for the piece inside my caprice

the tracks of the ghetto
i try to
ya my music
on a CD or rap
i make it take it
to the mom and papa
for a cash flo'
the mom and papa store

dont no more rappers on consignment
find alignment
back another climate
people even know who you is
you need a in the music biz

album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and kneecaps no lotion
your ashy, your music is
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?)
Tryn to make a mil a record deal
selling tapes off the of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the street is
in a fight with the white guard
talkin 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam ass
ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places i be in
you can spend your here
you cant no money here
you better get outta here ya here
did i myself clear?
i go and drink a
til im in my belly
big as elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so plus overstressed
rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world what im all
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my

depressed,
smokin,
black,
monster,
sellin,
money,
down for a murder,
like roberta
get up, get my tapes pressed up
'cause the music is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need
ima givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my curl still drippin
it might sound in my rhyme
but im the west coast
i cant change with the of time
what i am is i am
if you dont like what i am i dont give a
black my title, john king is my idol
im havin thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac
bags to put my in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and you shit boo boo sit
you talk too much shit, why you got hit
walkin with your gums split
while i sit, yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill cop I meet
I wanna burn down this house that me
Im talkin smack but you hearin
get gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of human beings
OH! give it up, it up
its time for the black folks to it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it
run the white cops outta town,
so tell andy griffith his punk ass b
runs from the vigilante
it be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux
the wrath of the afroman

let me out, let me out
let me these motherfuckers what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me control of my destiny

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

Nobody understand the

fuck the police and the ku klux

ima hungry hustla, east side young