Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

Doc and that's my man JabberJaw
The shit list ready, who next to off?
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, 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 'em, stick '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 stone cold Steve Austin

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

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

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

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

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

Yo' blackout, shoot out out move 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 a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get called
I'm the brick wall with arsenic jars

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

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

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

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

Yo' blackout, shoot out out move out
Even knock ya out
To make feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em