Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

'Cause them rednecks up in the try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to
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, I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the

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

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

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag my fitted
And I don't even waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I 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
we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with shit in your spine
with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta
Order to go, 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 father
'Cause I 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 crooked nigga goin'
You your 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 cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't with a dime, motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

I'm headed nowhere 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 what I do? Start names again, what?

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

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