Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

'Cause them rednecks up in the try to slay you
call me Raspy, tell 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

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, then I write a hook for a
Whatever's in the 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, niggaz to the fish like Swanson
New York's Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline beds
And that's warnin', if you all in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully

I want PC, see me? in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, of it slow
Make car money, check 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 Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck 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
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with
Don't make me motherfuckin' you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I 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 'cause I'm the best, the first was B.I.G.
niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to chess and I swing the revolver

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

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

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and summers
nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches us
Tryin' not to let this 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 changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came

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 keep
Niggaz is hot heads and the is heat-seekin'

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

Nigga flows none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun ya motherfuckers
niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty 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 mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start names again, what?

All you know, that I speak 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' like four niggaz, aight

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 like chicken when it's smothered,
'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