Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

Wait later, make front page paper
Date raper with juvenile graders
Hit the school and 187 Caesar
When I bust, y'all to back fo' acres

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

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, out, smoked out, move out
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all 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' Cradle often, I'm
But 'Stone like Steve Austin

If you smell what cookin'
Ain't tryin' to see central so tell ya goon stop lookin'
'Know What You Did 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 father who the father from the hill to harbor
You tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
With deadly medley, y'all ready for Shakwon and Reggie

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

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

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

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 knocked your tooth out to 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 name get
I'm behind the wall with arsenic jaws

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

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, will you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? 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 with every element from A to Z so what you think?
blackout on just one drink 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
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em

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