Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

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

These is a habitat baby
up

1]
In the of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where dilate
Gun shots that the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo cry hate
A fly get they thighs scraped
And little PUS why raped
A kid inside his gate get by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI
In verse of the
Lost the and gotta fry date
Ninety eight, day of July eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot
Live in the
Go ta airline, buy states
Where can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so ???
Other 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 my ground and hold 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 that
Cannon fire light up the
I stand my ground and hold the down 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 that

2]
It's like a time 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' out rons
And ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the on
Judges set bonds figures they know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty where niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're wet moms
Wit charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
Killas wit red palms bodies cool as the dead fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found 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 round and lay shorty down
On enemy territory ta fall me down
Son how sound?
Cannon fire light up the
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta me down
Son how that

3]
For steady flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole 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 rockin' last clothes
The cash inside your top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the roads where all the trash blows
And broken globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
Who bag a blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
That's cats in the Astros
Who afraid ta let they gats go
The paper dash lovin' the flash though
And mo'
rolls, count em like math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they yo
Them cats go, that's on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow