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 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 town
And chances of leavin', round now
Wait later, will make page paper
rape up the Juveline Ave Graders
Hit the School 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 to scratch off?
I'm the underground, my soundlib
shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!

[Chorus]: & Red
GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, 'EM
UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, OUT
MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM

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

I 1.1 on my SAT
And still whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get
I'm behind the brickwall with Aus and Jaws
Spit poison, got a gun draw
Gundown at Sundown you score!
This training-course and ya'll 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
the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s
The slapped on ? and wink
My shit stink with element from A to Z
So what you think? I'ma blackout on one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the wall
Go get a shrink...