Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll ready (professionals) Aight
None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the fuck talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there,
Nigga, go
(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you the three from him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the (you grab the watches, nigga)
You seen that You seen that other shit? (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out
All you gotta do is come with the bricks, son
I got a big brick in the little bag, nigga
Take that, just the shit out
Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it -
Move! Let's go. police, on son! They right down the block, nigga
Ya'll got that? You check the station, one son (Good!)

All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding
Eighths of heroin, in the steps
In the 60's, was poor, check the revelation
Now we six fifties in the snow
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say
Wirecell frames in the rain, Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna
Every gram action to a
Fly my block you live, make a bitch stop
Have your cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you
All we is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

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

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