Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Jay! Fuck that, this is it here 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
T with the matchin' bandanna
38-snub blue with no hammer

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

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

'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to you
They call me Raspy, tell you I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to
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
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 warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get rightfully 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, a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check Sheik, go fuck with a hoe

I rock a length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck shoes
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' with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in spine
with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga like none other, I'm the meanest
Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun ya motherfuckers
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty like no

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

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

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you about
That'll get you in your mouth, got my dogs covered
it's all gravy 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