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, with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the bandanna
38-snub blue steel with no

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

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

'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to 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

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 get the legs and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish Swanson
New York's youngest Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all 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 mine

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

I a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even 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 swear to the Bible, let it be

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

Aiyyo, catch me 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 and swig

I'm Pinero, so I a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the was B.I.G.
Y'all is son-ned 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 even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a nigga goin' legit
You hold nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get

L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx
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 whole winters, wake up and summers
nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, among us
Tryin' not to let this become us

It from hunger, till it all went insane
Now notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the done came

I suggest niggaz speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can 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, chase not
I just circle 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 like none other, I'm the
Toughest Don Dada, the gun
You the type that bust a lot of and none touch 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 come to my face
So what that mean? You is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start names again, what?

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 with 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 it's smothered, what?
'It's Dark,' and I it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot,