Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

And I see niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk with your whole advance on my wrist
your 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 out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our on a label

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

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 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 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', of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's
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 lifestyle ain't changed
like 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 even 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 swear to the Bible, let it be

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 some shit in your spine
Fuck me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and
In a ninety-eight Lincoln 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 out, let me speak 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 your if you holdin' a brick
sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

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

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

It started from hunger, till it all 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 Reaper came

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

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

Nigga flows like none other, I'm the
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
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty no other

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

All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the
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 with like four niggaz, aight

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