Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ready right? (professionals) Aight
of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the fuck nigga talking bout?) up, the store is over there,
Nigga, go
(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the 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 (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, come out
All you do is just come with the bricks, son
I got a big brick in the little bag, nigga
Take that, just smash the out
Bout niggas gon' 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 fathers is robbers, holding techs
of heroin, shooting 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 frames in the rain, Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna
Every gram action to a
Fly through my block you live, make a bitch
Have your cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts,
sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

[Chorus:
to slinging every 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 niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the is dreaded
Just a day to get wiped out

Broad day jungle, living with the
The run through, blow a bag and hunt you
Always flaky, hands my mans
Come through the avenue, cheese patrants
Blood that flood the hall, head'll drop
in the Maybach, switch 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 that's dangerous
Take it to the Lee's and Wranglers
Take what we want, this
Famous for my kitchen knives, and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your up
Plain and simple is poo-putt
Fuck with my crew, what? Either you or you cut
Real to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man