Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll ready (professionals) Aight
None of fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the fuck nigga talking bout?) Word up, the store is 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 shit? You seen that other shit? (You come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, 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 four-five gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! right down the block, nigga
got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!)

All of our fathers is robbers, holding techs
Eighths of heroin, shooting in the
In the 60's, niggas was poor, the revelation
Now we rock six in the snow
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say
frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna
gram action to a sandstorm
Fly through my block you live, make a bitch
Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas might on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts,
Bally sneakers, big jewels,

[Chorus:
Back to slinging 45 minutes
G's fleeing, fiends is in the building
The is in the ground, burners 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, they won't niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the is dreaded
Just a day to get wiped out

Broad day jungle, with the rodents
The goons'll run through, a bag and hunt you
flaky, calluses hands my mans
Come through the avenue, Swiss cheese
Blood that flood the hall, 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 than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerous
Take it back to the and Wranglers
Take what we want, this
Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the are stainless
Gun your trooper, grenade your coupe up
Plain and simple 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