Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

My attached to project ballers
You yell, "Turn the down"
My voice, DVD 'round so I'm heard round town
And chances of y'all 'Round now

Wait later, will front page paper
Date raper with juvenile graders
Hit the high and 187 Caesar
When I bust, need to back fo' acres

Doc y'all and my man Jabberjaw
The shit ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm the underground, my sound lift
shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds

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

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

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

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

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

an', slicin' jugulars, the 'Cutthroat'
Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking,
Champ, niggaz be takin' on competitors

Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the
That don't got a 'CLUE', for 'Desert Storm'

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

Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, out
Even knocked your out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick '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 permit
Gun at sundown, you keep score
This course and y'all ain't fit
On my crew tombstone put, we all shit

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

The most on since Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every from A to Z so what you think?
I'ma blackout on just one 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, 'em, stick 'em

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