Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll ready (professionals) Aight
None of that shit, neithers, nigga, it's 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 (you grab the watches, nigga)
You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, me right 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 niggas spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! right down the block, nigga
Ya'll got that? You check the 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 six fifties in the snow
AK's, AR's, jaws, say ours
Wirecell frames in the rain, Gaye on
bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform
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
Bally sneakers, big jewels,

[Chorus:
Back to slinging 45 minutes
G's fleeing, fiends is in the building
The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our
gonna happen so you know we low keying
Yeah, sell in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the is dreaded
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 hands my
Come through the avenue, Swiss patrants
Blood that the hall, every head'll drop
in the Maybach, switch the station
These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no
Pajama top, handcuff with a
We realer than the Rep Posse squad that's 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 niggas is poo-putt
Fuck with my crew, what? you shot or you cut
Real to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man