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 that
Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to
I'm Hot for TV', rap draw water

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

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

Doc and that's my man Jabberjaw
The list ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my lift
shoes 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 your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em

And I'm the street-talkin',
me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin'
My to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin'
But 'Stone Cold' like Austin

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

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

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

Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the
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, 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, smoked out, out
Even knocked your tooth out to make feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em

I 1.1 on my SAT
And still push a whip a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get called
I'm the brick 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 tombstone put, we all shit

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

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

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