Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Jay! Fuck that, is it right here baby!
You what it is

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

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

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

'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 don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm to skip

Usually a good nigga, even 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 he'll get the legs and the

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

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

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag 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' tamper mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you some shit in your spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was
was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

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

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 your
'Cause I like to play and I swing the revolver

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

L.O.X. get respect like from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ruff cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all eager 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
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Smith numbers
by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit us

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

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

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

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

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' again, what?

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

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