Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

later, will make Funk page paper
Date Raper 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 next to scratch
I'm from the underground, my lib
shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!

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

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

Now I'm the streettalkin',
me with extreme caution, oh now you frocin'
My that 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 till ya gon' stop lookin', what you did last summer?
So I started hookin', you shookin'
Offer open can of

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

To for back-up
Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his
Street life is triflin', body over
Nigga a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', juggerless the cut-crew

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
People's champ, be takin' off competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and a bone
Straight from the Catacombs the Of The Corn
That don't got a clue, prepare for storm!

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

Yo' blackout, shoot out out move out
Even ya tooth out
To make feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, '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 wall with jars

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

Yo', all you be, wanna be when will you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta 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 with every element A to Zinc
So what you think? I'm a blackout on one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the maybe go get a shrink

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

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