Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll right? (professionals) Aight
of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the nigga talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there,
Nigga, go
(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the from him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you the watches, nigga)
You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out
All you gotta do is just with the bricks, son
I got a big in the muthafucking little bag, nigga
that, just smash the shit out
Bout four-five niggas spit it - [gunshots]
Move! go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga
Ya'll got that? You the train station, one son (Good!)

All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding
of heroin, shooting in the steps
In the 60's, niggas was poor, the revelation
Now we rock six fifties in the
AK's, AR's, jaws, say ours
Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin on
bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform
Every action to a sandstorm
Fly my block you live, make a bitch stop
Have shit cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts,
sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

[Chorus:
Back to slinging 45 minutes
G's fleeing, fiends is in the OD'ing
The drugs is in the ground, burners on the of our legs
It's gonna so you know we low keying
Yeah, sell in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't tell in here, won't credit niggas
Just a lifestyle, the with the drugs is dreaded
Just a day to get wiped out

Broad day jungle, living the rodents
The run through, blow a bag and hunt you
Always flaky, hands my mans
Come through the avenue, cheese patrants
Blood that flood the hall, head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the
These rap is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head
Pajama top, handcuff a gosha
We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad dangerous
it back to the Lee's and Wranglers
Take what we want, this
Famous for my kitchen knives, and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade coupe up
Plain and simple is poo-putt
Fuck with my crew, Either you shot or you cut
nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man