Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

Heyyo it
This out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
Out in the blindfolded
Not knowin' what's goin' on

These streets is a habitat
up

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

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

2]
It's like a bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out
And teflons ta be streets wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures they know is dead on
left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they body wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her drawn
Killas wit red leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
Yo

Cannon light up the town
I my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me
Son how that
Cannon fire up the town
I stand my and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
You a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta 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, they lay your asshole the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they
Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last
The cash inside your top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the blows
And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than
Who bag a slash blow and spot top of the block hot as a gas stove
Mastro's cats in the Astros
Who afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash lovin' the flash though
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's step all up in they path yo
Them cats go, smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When task rolls they his ass mows, movin' too ass slow