Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll right? (professionals) Aight
None of 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 three him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the (you grab the watches, nigga)
You that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, that's me 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
Take that, smash the shit out
Bout four-five gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They 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, niggas was poor, check the
Now we rock six in the snow
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say
Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin on
Goose 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, fronts, beehives
Bally sneakers, big jewels,

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

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