Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

It's Funk Doc where da at, bitch?
I speed back wist, down to one way cops
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, heard round town
And are y'all leavin', round now

Wait later, make Funk page paper
Date Raper with 8th Graders
Hit the School at 187 Caesar
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
shoes 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, shoot out out move out
Even knock ya out
To make feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

I 1.1 on my SAT
And still push a whip 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 you keep score!
This training course and ain't fit
On my crew tombstone put, 'We All Ain't

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

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

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

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