Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

Doc y'all and my man JabberJaw
The shit ready, who next to scratch off?
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 smoked out out
knock ya tooth out
To make y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, 'em

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

If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't tryin' to see central
So till ya gon' lookin', know what you did last summer?
So I started hookin', you past
Offer can of ass-whoopin'?

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

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

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
champ, niggaz be takin' off competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and a bone
Straight from the Catacombs the 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 out move out
Even ya tooth out
To make y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, 'em

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

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

Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be when you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Gotta 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 from A to
So what you I'm a blackout on just one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe go get a

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

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