Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Yo yo yo yo, it's Doc, where the weed at, bitch?
I speed backwards down a one-way from cops, see shit?
Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to
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 front page paper
Date with juvenile eighth graders
Hit the high and 187 Caesar
When I bust, need to back fo' acres

Doc y'all and that's my man
The shit list ready, who next to 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 y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em

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

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

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

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

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
make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear

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

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

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

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

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

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

The most slept on Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element from A to Z so you think?
I'ma blackout on just one drink you be crazy
A little off the wall maybe, go, get a

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

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