Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

Doc y'all and that's my man
The shit list ready, who to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my 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, stick 'em, 'em, stick '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

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 like Steve Austin

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

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

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

an', slicin' jugulars, the 'Cutthroat'
Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking,
People's Champ, niggaz be 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, up, push up
Jump up, act up to make feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

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

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

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

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

The most slept on Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element from A to Z so you think?
I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be
A little off the 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, stick 'em, '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