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, straight to
I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw

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

Wait later, will make front paper
Date raper juvenile eighth graders
Hit the high school and 187
I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres

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

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

Yo, blackout, out, smoked 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 to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin'
But 'Stone Cold' like Steve

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

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

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

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

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

Get up, stand up, up, push 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 tooth out to y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, '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 the brick wall with arsenic jaws

poison, got a gun permit draw
Gun at sundown, you keep score
This trainin' and y'all 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 wait your
I a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve
the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's

The slept 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, stand up, back up, up
Jump up, act up to make y'all it
'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

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