Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Yo yo yo yo, Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch?
I speed down a one-way from cops, see that shit?
that shit, slaughter, straight to camcorder
I'm Hot for TV', rap draw water

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

Wait later, make front page paper
Date raper with juvenile eighth
Hit the high and 187 Caesar
When I bust, need to back fo' acres

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

Get up, up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up to make feel it
'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em

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

And I'm the street-talkin',
Approach me extreme caution, oh, now you forcin'
My hand to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm
But 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin

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

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

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

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

Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb, the of the Corn'
That got a 'CLUE', prepare for 'Desert Storm'

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

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

I 1.1 on my SAT
And still push a whip a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get called
I'm behind the brick with arsenic jaws

poison, got a gun permit draw
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, when you learn?
be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn
I spit a .41 revolver on New Eve
With the mic in my hand I MC's

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

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

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