Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Jay! Fuck that, is it right here baby!
You what it is

Yo, I used to bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the bandanna
38-snub blue with no hammer

And I see y'all niggaz tryin' to at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your advance on my wrist
your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, the green

I need to boogie, though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz throw us on album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the and our eyes on a label

them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to
what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm to skip

Usually a nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a for a drop
Whatever's in the is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline beds
And that's warnin', if you all in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully

I PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my
And I even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with
And for my life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told

I put thirty in your head, all in the same
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your
with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and

I'm Pinero, so I a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to father
'Cause I like to play and I swing the revolver

If I don't like a nigga, I even be bothered
I spit, I'm a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your if you holdin' a brick
sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L.O.X. get like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder
Thirsty to live, are y'all eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't with a dime, motherfucker

I'm a monster, I whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches us
Tryin' not to let bullshit become us

It started hunger, till it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now I hit my number
The chickens I see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done

I niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep
Niggaz is hot and the bullets is heat-seekin'

Jay for pesos, chase hoes not
I circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump the top
Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y'all not to me

Nigga flows like other, I'm the meanest
Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun ya motherfuckers
Y'all niggaz to witness a dynasty like no other

I'm headed nowhere run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that You cats is playin' games again
So now I do? Start namin' names again, what?

All you motherfuckers know, that I from the heart
Play like you know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like niggaz, aight

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the you forgotten about
get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered,
'It's Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose,
You it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon