Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Yo yo yo yo, it's Funk Doc, where the weed at,
I speed backwards down a from cops, see that shit?
Believe that shit, slaughter, to camcorder
I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap water

My windpipe's attached to ballers
You yell, "Turn the down"
My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard town
And chances of y'all leavin'? now

Wait later, will front page paper
Date raper with eighth graders
Hit the school and 187 Caesar
When I bust, y'all need to back fo'

Doc y'all and that's my man
The shit ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm the underground, my sound lift
Platform to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds

Get up, up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out, out, move out
Even knocked your out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

And I'm the street-talkin',
Approach me with caution, oh, now you forcin'
My hand to Rock, yo' often, I'm hot-scorchin'
But 'Stone Cold' like Steve

If you smell Tical cookin'
Ain't tryin' to see central so tell ya goon stop lookin'
What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin'
You shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin'

Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little Shop of
Go ask your who the father from the hill to harbor
You tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for and Reggie

Don't bother, the radio for back-up, alright then
Your man got slapped up, for his ice an'
Street life is triflin', body here
Don't make me a Tyson and bite a nigga ear

Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the
Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking,
Champ, niggaz be takin' on competitors

Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the
That don't got a 'CLUE', for 'Desert Storm'

Get up, stand up, back up, up
Jump up, act up to make y'all it
Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, out
Even your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, '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 jaws

Spit poison, got a gun permit
Gun down at sundown, you keep
This course and y'all ain't fit
On my crew tombstone put, we all shit

Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, will you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait turn
I spit a .41 revolver on New Eve
the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's

The most slept on Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element A to Z so what you think?
blackout on just one drink you must be crazy
A little off the wall maybe, go, get a

Get up, up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to make y'all it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em

Yo, blackout, shoot out, out, move out
Even knocked your out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em