Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

And I see niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your advance on my wrist
Phonin' women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you I'm still 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 boost sales
We put our pies on the and our eyes on a label

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

a good nigga, even 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 a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the like Swanson
New York's youngest 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', fine
Now I suggest you hit the and get what's rightfully mine

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

I rock a waist 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 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 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
with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and
In a ninety-eight Lincoln 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 father
'Cause I to play chess and I swing the revolver

If I like 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 Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ruff cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave a dime, motherfucker

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

It from hunger, till it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now 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 speakin' my
'Cause trust me, y'all can 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
them jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be, I could see not used to me

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

I'm nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz wanted a taste, but come to my face
So what that mean? You is playin' games again
So now I do? Start namin' names again, what?

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

Y'all niggaz, to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my covered
Plus all gravy like chicken when it's 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