Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't no tomorrow's in the 'Little Shop of Horrors'
Go ask your father who the father from the hill to
You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and
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', body over
Don't make me a Tyson and bite a nigga ear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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