Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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 'Round now

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

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

Get up, stand up, back up, 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 knocked your tooth out to make feel it
'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

And I'm the street-talkin',
Approach me with caution, oh, now you forcin'
My to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin'
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 Last Summer', so I started
You shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin'

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

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

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

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

Get up, up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to y'all feel 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

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

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

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

The most slept on Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element A to Z so what 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, 'em, stick 'em

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