Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

Get up, up, back up, push 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 tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick '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 Cold' like Steve Austin

If you what Tical cookin'
Ain't tryin' to see bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin'
'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started
You past 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 hill to
You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and
deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? wait your turn
I spit a .41 on New Year's Eve
the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's

The slept on since Rip Van Wink
My stink with every element from A to Z so what you think?
I'ma on just one drink you must be crazy
A little off the maybe, go, get a shrink

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

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