Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

It's Doc where da weed at, bitch?
I speed back wist, down to one way cops
See thas' shit? Believe shit!
straight 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 round town
And are y'all leavin', round now

Wait later, will make Funk paper
Date Raper Juveline 8th Graders
Hit the High School at 187
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
Platform to bitches, 400 pounds!

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
knock ya tooth out
To make feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

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

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

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

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

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
People's champ, niggaz be takin' off
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and 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 make you it
'em, stick 'em, say stick '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

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

Spit poison, got a gun permit
Gun at Sundown 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 you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta ya turn
I spit a .41 revolver on New Eve
the mic in my hand I mutilate M C's

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

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

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