Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

Jay! that, this is it right here baby!
You know it is

Yo, I to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad
Double-R T the matchin' bandanna
38-snub steel with no hammer

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

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

'Cause them rednecks up in the try to slay you
They call me Raspy, you what I want you to know
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 like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline beds
And warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? Tuck in your
I got my pop's 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 mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I to the Bible, let it be told

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

Aiyyo, catch me 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 shit I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your
'Cause I like to chess and I swing the revolver

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

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

I'm a monster, I sleep winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, among us
not to let this bullshit become us

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

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

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

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

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

All you motherfuckers know, that I from the heart
like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz,

Y'all niggaz, to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy chicken when it's smothered, what?
'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