Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ya'll right? (professionals) Aight
None of that 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 fronted on you nigga? Yo, you the three from him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you the watches, nigga)
You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better 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 brick in the little bag, nigga
Take that, just smash the out
Bout four-five niggas spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block,
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, niggas was poor, check the
Now we rock six fifties in the
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say
Wirecell in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, in the huddle, trynna transform
gram action to a sandstorm
Fly through my block you live, a bitch stop
Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas might on you
All we is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
Bally sneakers, big jewels,

Raekwon]
Back to slinging 45 minutes
G's fleeing, fiends is in the building
The drugs is in the ground, on the side of our legs
It's gonna happen so you we low keying
Yeah, sell in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't tell in here, won't credit niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the is dreaded
Just a typical day to get out

Broad day jungle, living the rodents
The goons'll run through, a bag and hunt you
Always flaky, calluses hands my
Come the avenue, Swiss cheese patrants
that flood the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, the station
These rap niggas is wash, 'em on the pole, no head
Pajama top, with a gosha
We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's
it back to the Lee's and Wranglers
Take we want, explain this
Famous for my kitchen knives, and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your 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