Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta
Order to go, 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 shit 'cause I'm the best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to father
I like to play chess and I swing the revolver

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga like none other, I'm the meanest
Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none ya
I'm the type that get excited, the gun touch ya motherfuckers
Y'all 'bout to witness a dynasty 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? namin' names again, what?

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

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