Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

It's Funk Doc where da 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
draw water

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

Wait later, will make Funk page
Date Raper with Juveline 8th
Hit the High School at 187
When I bust y'all to back 4 acres

Doc y'all and that's my man
The shit list ready, who next to scratch
I'm from the underground, my lib
Platform to bitches, 400 pounds!

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

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

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

If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't to see central bookin'
So till ya gon' stop lookin', know what you did last
So I started hookin', you shookin'
open can of ass-whoopin'?

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 for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't bother

To for back-up
Alright then, ya man got up extorted for his icin'
Street life is triflin', body here
pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' the cut-crew

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
People's champ, be takin' off competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a
from the Catacombs the Children Of The Corn
That got a clue, prepare for desert storm!

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

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

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

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

Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be will you learn?
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 on since Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element A to Zinc
So you think? I'm a blackout on just 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 you feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

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