Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll right? (professionals) Aight
of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the fuck nigga talking bout?) Word up, the is over there,
Nigga, go
(Have I ever on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you the watches, nigga)
You seen that You seen 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 just with the bricks, son
I got a big brick in the muthafucking little bag,
Take that, just the shit out
Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it -
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 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, jaws, say ours
Wirecell in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform
gram action to a sandstorm
Fly my block you live, make a bitch stop
Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, fronts, beehives
Bally sneakers, big jewels,

Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45
G's fleeing, fiends is in the OD'ing
The is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
It's happen so you know we low keying
Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I it
Yeah, can't tell in here, they credit niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders the drugs is dreaded
a typical day to get wiped out

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