Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

It's Funk Doc where da at, bitch?
I speed back wist, down to one way from
See thas' Believe thas' 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 heard town
And chances are leavin', round now

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

Doc y'all and that's my man
The list ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm the underground, my sound 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
Even knock ya out
To make y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo' blackout, shoot out smoked out 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 push a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get
I'm behind the brick with arsenic jars

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

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

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

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

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