Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

Heyyo it
This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around
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, where peoples
Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook 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 by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get on the FBI tape
In of the State
Lost the case and gotta fry
Ninety ninety eight, day of July
Some cats get ta the hot papes
Live in the
Go ta airline, buy states
they can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so ???
Other will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight, and ready ta die off and dehydrate

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

2]
It's a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep mind calm, your nine 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 around without the heads on
Judges set bonds that figures they niggas is dead on
What's of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit
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
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran the feds arms
Yo

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

3]
For steady 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
wit armies like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny rockin' they last clothes
The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed
got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
And glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the hot as a gas stove
That's Mastro's cats in the
Who ain't ta let they gats go
The paper dash bros lovin' the flash
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's don't all up in they path yo
Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but the gas low
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass