Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

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

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

dont want no rappers on consignment
another alignment
come another climate
don't even know who you is
you a name in the music biz

album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and have no lotion
your ashy, music is trashy
outkast, inside they me
out the is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
into the street
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil a record deal
tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

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

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

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

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

let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and
let me out, let me out
let me show the 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, fuck the biz
i my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution,
revolution - thats the
i made the rap tape, i the CD
fuck the world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!

Nobody understand the

fuck the police and the ku klux

ima hungry hustla, east side young