Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

[Intro]:
my people...!*

It's Doc
da weed at, bitch?!
I speed back wist, to one-way from cops
See thas' shit?! Believe shit!
straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to
You yell: "Turn the down!"
My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb town
And chances of leavin', round now
later, will make Funk page paper
They rape up the Ave Graders
Hit the School at 187 Caesar
When I ya'll need to back 4 achers
Doc ya'll and that's my man
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, HA-HAHA 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, STICK 'EM
Yo' BLACKOUT, OUT, SMOKED OUT
MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO YA'LL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA '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 like Steve Austin
If you what Tical cookin', ain't try to see, send you bookin'
So til ya stop lookin', now what you did last summer?
So I hookin', you past shookin'
Over open can I
Ain't no in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the Hilbill
You know tha saga, marihuana plushin' 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' over here...!*
meet me like Tyson and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' the cut-crew
Ruggeder, Predator, Viking,
People's champ, niggaz be off competetors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and 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 pushin' with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get
I'm the brickwall with Aus and Nick Jaws
Spit poison, got a gun permit
Gundown at you keep score!
This and ya'll ain't fit
On my put 'We All Ain't Shit'

Yo', all you gonna be, to be
When will you learn? want to be Doc and Meth? Gotta ya turn
I spit a .41 Revolver on New Eve
With the mic in my hand I m.c.'s
The most on ? and wink
My stink with every element from 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...