Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

It's Funk Doc where da at, bitch?
I speed back wist, to one way from cops
See thas' shit? 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 chances are y'all leavin', now

Wait later, make Funk page paper
Date Raper Juveline 8th Graders
Hit the High School at 187
When I bust y'all need to 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, up, push up
up, act up
To make you 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

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

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

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

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

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
champ, niggaz be takin' off competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
Straight from the the Children Of The Corn
don't 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 'em, stick 'em

Yo' blackout, out smoked out move out
knock ya tooth 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 with a right and AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get called
I'm behind the brick wall arsenic jars

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

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

The most on since Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with element from A to Zinc
So what you I'm a blackout on just one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the wall 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
Even ya tooth out
To make feel it
'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em