Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

It's Doc where da weed at, bitch?
I speed back wist, down to one way from
See shit? Believe thas' shit!
Slaughter to camcorder, I'm too hot for TV
Back draw

My windpipes attached to
You yell, "Turn the down!"
My voice, divi-di-round-sound, some heard round
And are y'all leavin', round now

later, will make Funk page paper
Date with Juveline 8th Graders
Hit the High at 187 Caesar
When I y'all need to back 4 acres

Doc and that's my man JabberJaw
The shit list ready, who to scratch off?
I'm the underground, my sound lib
shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!

Get up stand up, back up, up
up, act up
To make you it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

Yo' blackout, shoot out out move out
Even knock ya out
To y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, 'em

Now I'm the streettalkin',
Approach me extreme caution, oh now you frocin'
My hand that yo' cradle often I'm hot-scorchin'
But stone cold like Steve

If you what Tical cookin', ain't tryin' to see central bookin'
So till ya gon' stop lookin', know what you did summer?
So I started hookin', you past
Offer open can of

Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's Little Shop Of
Go ask your father who the father from the to Harbor
You know tha saga, marijuana and Goldschlager
With deadly medley, y'all ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't bother

To radio for
Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his
life is triflin', body over here
Nigga pull a and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' juggerless the

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
champ, niggaz be takin' off competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
Straight the Catacombs the Children Of The Corn
That don't got a clue, for desert storm!

Get up stand up, up, push up
up, act up
To you feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

Yo' blackout, out smoked out move out
Even knock ya out
To y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

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

Spit poison, got a gun draw
Gun down at you keep score!
This course and y'all ain't fit
On my crew tombstone put, 'We All Ain't

Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be when will you
Wanna be Doc and Meth? wait ya turn
I spit a .41 revolver on New Eve
With the mic in my hand I M C's

The most slept on since Rip Van
My shit stink every element from A to Zinc
So what you think? I'm a on just one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the maybe go get a shrink

Get up stand up, back up, up
up, act up
To you feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

Yo' blackout, out smoked out move out
Even knock ya out
To y'all feel it
'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em