Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ready right? (professionals) Aight
None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, broad 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 three him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you the watches, nigga)
You seen that shit? You that other shit? (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, 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 muthafucking bag, nigga
Take that, just smash the out
Bout niggas gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! right down the block, nigga
Ya'll got that? You the train station, one son (Good!)

All of our fathers is bank robbers, techs
Eighths of heroin, shooting in the
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 bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna
Every gram action to a
Fly through my you live, make a bitch stop
your shit cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, fronts, beehives
sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

[Chorus:
Back to every 45 minutes
G's fleeing, is in the building OD'ing
The is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
It's gonna happen so you know we low
Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I 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
Always flaky, calluses my mans
through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrants
Blood that the hall, every 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 that's dangerous
Take it back to the Lee's and
Take we want, explain this
Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are
Gun down trooper, grenade your coupe up
Plain and niggas is poo-putt
with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
Real nigga to nigga, man, you know how we get down, man