Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad
Double-R T with the matchin'
blue steel 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, off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the

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 they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a

'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 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 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 that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's mine

I want PC, see me? in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age lifestyle ain't 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 under my
And I even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't 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
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your
Fuck 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 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, 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 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your
'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 goin'
You your nine if you holdin' a brick
sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

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

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

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

I suggest niggaz stop my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the in the rain
I keep creepin', streets watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is

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

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

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

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