Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

Doc y'all and that's my man
The shit list ready, who next to scratch
I'm the underground, my sound lift
Platform shoes to bitches, pounds

Get up, stand up, up, push 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 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 hand to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm
But 'Stone 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'

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

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
make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear

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

Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
from the catacomb, the 'Children of the Corn'
That got a 'CLUE', prepare for 'Desert Storm'

Get up, up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to make feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick '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 push a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get
I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic

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

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

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

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

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