Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

Heyyo it
goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
Out in the streets
Not knowin' really goin' on

These streets is a habitat
up

1]
In the of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games played at high stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you die late
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where dilate
Gun shots that the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs
And little PUS why raped
A kid inside his get murdered by jake
A nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
In verse of the
the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot
in the skyscrapes
Go ta airline, buy states
Where they can and operate
Impregnate, so ???
Other will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate

Cannon light up the town
I stand my ground and the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta me down
Son how that
fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta me down
Son how that

2]
It's like a time bomb you hit ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta harm
Peep the dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
And ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the on
Judges set bonds that they know niggas is dead on
What's of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head
Killas wit red palms bodies cool as the dead fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found way, ran into the feds arms
Yo

Cannon light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your down
On enemy grounds ta fall me down
Son how that
Cannon fire up the town
I stand my ground and hold the down wit the forty pound
You a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy grounds ta fall me down
Son how sound?

3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they clothes
The cash close inside your top of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads all the trash blows
And broken glass globes, the dip slicker than gastro
Who bag a blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
That's Mastro's cats in the
Who afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash bros the flash though
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em like math
And low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but the gas low
task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow