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 might see me in a Jag
Mad stuck, either with a or a bad duck
Double-R T with the bandanna
38-snub blue steel no hammer

And I see y'all niggaz to glance at the 'Kiss
I walk around with 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, even I look, right in the beam
find 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 and our eyes on a label

'Cause them up in the mountains'll try to slay you
call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to

Usually a 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
in the bank 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 like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all
Sheik Luc', type of gasoline y'all 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 want PC, see me? in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't
It's like wake up, 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 want waves, Timbs be 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 thirty in your head, all in the same
'Cause we got the 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 money 'fore 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, 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 second best, the was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I the revolver

If I don't like a nigga, I don't be bothered
I spit, I'm a crooked nigga goin' legit
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 Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all eager 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
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, among us
Tryin' not to let this become us

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

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

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

Nigga like none other, I'm the meanest
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 a dynasty like no other

I'm headed nowhere run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my
So what that mean? You cats is 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 it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with four niggaz, aight

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs
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 it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon