Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Yo yo yo yo, it's Funk Doc, the weed at, bitch?
I speed backwards a one-way from cops, see that shit?
Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to
I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw

My windpipe's to project ballers
You yell, "Turn the down"
My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard town
And chances of leavin'? 'Round now

Wait later, make front page paper
raper with juvenile eighth graders
Hit the high and 187 Caesar
When I bust, y'all need to back fo'

Doc y'all and that's my man
The shit ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my lift
Platform to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds

Get up, stand up, back up, up
Jump up, act up to y'all feel it
'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, out
Even knocked tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em

And I'm the street-talkin',
Approach me with caution, oh, now you forcin'
My to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin'
But 'Stone Cold' like Steve

If you smell what Tical
Ain't tryin' to see central so tell ya goon stop lookin'
'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I hookin'
You past off an open can of ass-whoopin'

no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little Shop of Horrors'
Go ask your father who the father from the to harbor
You tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
With deadly medley, y'all ain't for Shakwon and Reggie

Don't bother, the radio for back-up, alright then
Your man got slapped up, for his ice an'
Street life is triflin', over here
Don't make me a Tyson and bite a nigga ear

Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the
Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking,
People's Champ, niggaz be on competitors

Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb, the of the Corn'
That got a 'CLUE', prepare for 'Desert Storm'

Get up, stand up, back up, up
Jump up, act up to y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out, out, move out
Even knocked tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em

I 1.1 on my SAT
And still a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get called
I'm behind the brick wall arsenic jaws

Spit poison, got a gun draw
Gun at sundown, you keep score
trainin' course and y'all ain't fit
On my tombstone put, we all ain't shit

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait turn
I spit a .41 on New Year's Eve
With the mic in my hand I MC's

The most slept on since Rip Van
My shit stink with every element 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

Get up, up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to make y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, out
Even knocked tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em