Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

My attached to project 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 paper
Date raper with juvenile eighth
Hit the school and 187 Caesar
When I bust, y'all need to fo' acres

Doc and that's my man Jabberjaw
The shit list ready, who next to off?
I'm the underground, my sound lift
Platform shoes to bitches, pounds

Get up, stand up, 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 knocked tooth out to make y'all feel it
'em, stick '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 cookin'
Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop
'Know What You Did Summer', so I started hookin'
You past off an open can of ass-whoopin'

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

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

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

Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a
Straight from the catacomb, the of the Corn'
don't 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, out, move out
Even knocked your out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em

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

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

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta 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 every element from A to Z so what 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
up, act up to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em

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