Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

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

These is a habitat baby
up

1]
In the garden of snakes, no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's at high stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you die late
The tri-state, at a high rate, where peoples 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 gate get murdered by
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI
In verse of the
Lost the case and gotta fry
Ninety ninety eight, day of July
cats get ta stack 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 staced off and

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

2]
It's a time 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 without the on
Judges set bonds that figures know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas on
Wit those that trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
Wit charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, they way, ran into the feds arms
Yo

Cannon fire 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 your shorty
On enemy grounds ta fall me down
Son how sound?
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 shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me
Son how sound?

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