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' what's really on

These streets is a habitat
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 if you wanna die late
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples
Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry
A fly facer get they thighs
And little PUS that's why
A kid inside his get murdered by jake
A nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
In verse of the
the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of eighth
Some cats get ta the hot papes
Live in the
Go ta airline, buy states
Where can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so ???
niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight, and ta die staced off and dehydrate

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 territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that
Cannon fire light up the
I stand my ground and hold the fort 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 that

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

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 your down
On territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that
Cannon fire light up the
I stand my ground and hold the fort 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 sound?

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