Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

Wait later, will Funk page paper
Date Raper Juveline 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 shit list ready, who next to scratch
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 'em, stick 'em

Yo' blackout, shoot out out move out
Even ya tooth out
To y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, say stick 'em, stick '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 stone cold like Austin

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

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

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

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex
champ, niggaz be takin' off competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and 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 you feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick 'em

Yo' blackout, shoot out smoked out out
Even knock ya out
To make y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, say 'em, stick '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 the brick wall with arsenic jars

Spit poison, got a gun permit
Gun at Sundown you keep score!
This course 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 hand I M C's

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

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

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