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?) up, the store is over there,
Nigga, go
(Have I fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab 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 (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 come the bricks, son
I got a big brick in the muthafucking little bag,
Take that, smash the shit out
Bout four-five gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block,
Ya'll got that? You check the station, one son (Good!)

All of our fathers is robbers, holding techs
Eighths of heroin, in the steps
In the 60's, niggas was poor, the revelation
Now we rock six fifties in the
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say
Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin on
Goose bubbles on, in the huddle, trynna transform
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,

Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45
G's fleeing, is in the building OD'ing
The drugs is in the ground, burners on the of our legs
It's gonna happen so you we low keying
Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I it
Yeah, tell in here, they won't credit 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, blow a bag and you
Always flaky, hands my mans
Come through the avenue, cheese patrants
Blood that the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the
These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no
Pajama top, handcuff a gosha
We than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerous
Take it back to the Lee's and
Take what we want, this
for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your up
Plain and simple niggas is
Fuck with my crew, Either you shot or you cut
nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man