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 tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women, drunk off and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the

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 and our eyes on a label

'Cause 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 horsepower so I'm able to

a good 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, I write a hook for a drop
in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet get the legs and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like
New York's youngest Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all
And warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the and get what's rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle changed
It's wake 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 my fitted
And I even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's 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 thirty in your head, all in the same
we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and
In a Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, 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 'cause I'm the best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me to your father
'Cause I like to play 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 goin'
You hold nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get

L.O.X. get respect like Sonny 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ryder cartel
to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you leave with a dime, motherfucker

I'm a monster, I whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, among us
Tryin' not to let this 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 unlisted
The beeper changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came

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

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

Nigga like 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 type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Y'all niggaz to witness a dynasty like no other

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

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

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in mouth, got my dogs covered
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 the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon