Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

[Intro]:
my people...!*

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

[Chorus]: & Red
GET UP, STAND UP, UP, PUSH 'EM
JUMP UP, ACT UP TO YOU FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Yo' BLACKOUT, OUT, SMOKED OUT
OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK '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 like Steve Austin
If you smell what cookin', ain't try to see, send you bookin'
So til ya stop lookin', now what you did last summer?
So I started hookin', you shookin'
Over open can I
Ain't no Tamara's in the Method's Little Of Horrors
Go ask father who the father from the Hilbill harbour
You know tha saga, marihuana gold sluggaz
With deadly medley, ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
even bother, the radio for back-up
Alright then, ya man got slapped up for his icin'
Streetlife is triflin' *Body here...!*
Come meet me like and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' the cut-crew
Ruggeder, Predator, Viking,
People's champ, niggaz be takin' off
for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Straight the Caticone
The Children Of The Corn, don't got a clue
Prepare for storm!

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

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