Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

'Cause rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to

Usually a good nigga, even I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, I write a hook for a drop
in the bank 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 to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', fine
Now I suggest you hit the and get what's rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? Tuck in chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it
Make car money, check 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
Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my life, I swear 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 with
Don't me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I your coke, 'ju crazy?

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

I'm Pinero, so I a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your
I like 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 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 Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to
I tell all my ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker

I'm a monster, I whole winters, wake up and spit summers
nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, among 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 twisted see the unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the done came

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

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

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

I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my
Niggaz wanted a taste, but come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again,

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 some niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz,

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