Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

Doc y'all and my man Jabberjaw
The shit list ready, who to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my lift
Platform shoes to bitches, pounds

Get up, stand up, up, push up
Jump up, act up to make feel it
'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

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

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

If you smell what Tical
Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop
'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started
You past shooken off an open can of

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

Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, then
Your man got slapped up, for his ice an'
Street is triflin', body over here
Don't me pull 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, relax and a bone
Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the
That don't got a 'CLUE', for 'Desert Storm'

Get up, stand up, up, push 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
'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

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

poison, got a gun permit draw
Gun down at sundown, you keep
This course and y'all ain't fit
On my crew put, we all ain't shit

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, will you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your
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 from A to Z so what you
I'ma on just one drink you must be crazy
A little off the wall maybe, go, get a

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

Yo, blackout, out, smoked out, move out
Even knocked your tooth out to make feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em