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 nigga talking bout?) Word 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 that other shit? (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody out
All you gotta do is come with the bricks, son
I got a big brick in the little bag, nigga
Take that, smash the shit out
Bout niggas gon' 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 is bank robbers, holding techs
Eighths of heroin, shooting in the
In the 60's, was poor, check 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 through my block you live, a bitch stop
Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts,
Bally sneakers, big jewels,

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

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