Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll right? (professionals) Aight
None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the fuck nigga 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 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 come the bricks, son
I got a big in the muthafucking little bag, nigga
Take that, just smash the out
Bout niggas gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They down the block, nigga
got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!)

All of our is bank robbers, holding techs
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, jaws, say ours
Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin on
bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform
Every gram to a sandstorm
Fly my block you live, make a bitch stop
Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas might on you
All we is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

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

Broad day jungle, living the rodents
The run through, blow a bag and hunt you
flaky, calluses hands my mans
Come through the avenue, Swiss cheese
Blood flood the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the
These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no
Pajama top, handcuff with a
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, and the fifths are stainless
Gun your trooper, grenade your coupe up
Plain and simple is poo-putt
with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
Real nigga to real nigga, man, you how we get down, man