Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

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

These streets is a habitat
up

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

Cannon fire 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 shorty down
On territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how sound?
Cannon fire up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty
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 like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta
Keep your mind calm, your on, me hard ta find harm
the crime 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 without the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures they know is dead on
What's left of death penalty facilities niggas step on
Wit those blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the that 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
in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
Yo

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

3]
For cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes they last clothes
The cash close inside your top pocket of roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash
And glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot 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 paper dash bros lovin' the though
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em math pros
And low soda, PoPo's don't 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