Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

Yo, I to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T the matchin' bandanna
38-snub blue steel 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 I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green

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

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

Usually a good nigga, 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 a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the

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 alive in the mornin', fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully

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

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

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

Aiyyo, me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln 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 to play chess and I swing the revolver

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga flows like other, I'm the meanest
Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun 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 what that You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? namin' names again, what?

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

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