Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

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

These streets is a baby
up

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

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

2]
It's like a bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, nine on, me hard ta find harm
the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be streets wit red ponds
it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
Judges set bonds figures they know niggas is dead on
What's of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're 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 wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
Yo

Cannon fire up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort 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 sound?
fire 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

3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass
Runnin' wit armies they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes they last clothes
The cash close inside top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash
And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than
Who bag a slash and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
That's Mastro's cats in the
Who ain't afraid ta let gats go
The dash bros 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, that's on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass