Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, blackout, out, smoked out, move out
Even your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick '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 like Steve Austin

If you smell what Tical
Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so ya goon stop lookin'
'Know 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 of Horrors'
Go ask father who the father from the hill to harbor
You tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
With deadly medley, y'all ain't for Shakwon and Reggie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you
Wanna be Doc and Meth? wait your turn
I spit a .41 revolver on New Eve
With the mic in my hand I mutilate

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

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