Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

[Intro]:
my people...!*

It's Doc
Where da at, bitch?!
I speed wist, down to one-way from cops
See shit?! Believe thas' shit!
straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to
You "Turn the heat down!"
My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, herb round town
And chances of ya'll leavin', now
later, will make Funk page paper
They rape up the Ave Graders
Hit the High at 187 Caesar
When I bust ya'll to back 4 achers
Doc ya'll and my man Jap-A-Jaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch
I'm the underground, my soundlib
shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!

[Chorus]: & Red
GET UP, STAND UP, UP, PUSH 'EM
JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Yo' BLACKOUT, OUT, SMOKED OUT
MOVE OUT, EVEN THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA 'EM

Now I'm the streettalkin',
A with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?
My hand that rock yo' cradle
I'm hot-scorchin', but stome cold Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin', try to see, send you bookin'
So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last
So I started hookin', you shookin'
Over open can I
no Tamara's in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors
Go ask your father who the father the Hilbill harbour
You know tha saga, marihuana plushin' gold
deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't bother, the radio for back-up
Alright then, ya man got slapped up for his icin'
Streetlife is triflin' over here...!*
Come meet me like Tyson and bite a ear
Precisin', slicin' juggerless the
Ruggeder, Predator, Viking,
People's champ, be takin' off competetors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and a bone
Straight the Caticone
The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a
Prepare for storm!

I 1.1 on my SAT
And still pushin' with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get caught
I'm behind the brickwall Aus and Nick Jaws
Spit poison, got a gun draw
at Sundown you keep score!
This and ya'll ain't fit
On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Shit'

Yo', all you gonna be, to be
When will you learn? want to be Doc and Meth? Gotta ya turn
I a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve
With the mic in my hand I m.c.'s
The most on ? and wink
My shit stink with every from A to Z
So what you think? I'ma blackout on one drink?
You must be crazy! A off the wall maybe
Go get a shrink...