Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

And I see y'all niggaz to glance at the 'Kiss
I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
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 throw us on they album, try to they sales
We put our on the table and our eyes on a label

them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you I want you to know
what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of so I'm able 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 for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a my pet
And you can bet he'll get the and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put 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 you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine

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

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

Aiyyo, me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' 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 'cause I'm the second best, the was B.I.G.
niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I the revolver

If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be
I spit, I'm a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your 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 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, up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, among us
Tryin' not to let bullshit become us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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