Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Jay! Fuck that, this is it right baby!
You know it is

Yo, I used to bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin'
38-snub steel with no hammer

And I see niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my
Phonin' your women, drunk off and lemon
And you know I'm writin' the mean, lightin' the green

I need to boogie, even I look, right in the beam
Judge out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our on the table and our eyes on a label

'Cause rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, me to blow
I got a lot of so I'm able to skip

Usually a good nigga, even though I'm to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a for a drop
in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet get the legs and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish Swanson
New York's Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's
Now I suggest you hit the and get what's rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't
It's like wake up, move a brick, of it slow
Make car money, with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe

I a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be

I put thirty in your head, all in the hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in spine
Fuck me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln pasta shells
to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and

I'm Pinero, so I a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to father
'Cause I like to chess and I swing the revolver

If I don't a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin'
You hold your if you holdin' a brick
sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx
Us and DMX, the Ruff cartel
to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime,

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith
by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let bullshit become us

It from hunger, till it all went insane
Now bitches notice the now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper came

I niggaz stop speakin' my name
trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets watchin', I keep poppin'
is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'

Jay for pesos, chase hoes not
I circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them through the top
Where the sun roof to be, I could see y'all not used to me

Nigga flows like other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun
You the type that bust a lot of shots and touch ya
I'm the that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a like no other

I'm nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' again
So now what I do? Start namin' again, what?

All you motherfuckers know, that I speak the heart
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is bark
We can take it there, but to it fair, get some more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz,

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my covered
Plus it's all gravy chicken when it's smothered, what?
Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon
You want it the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon