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 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 if you wanna die late
The tri-state, at a high rate, where peoples dilate
Gun shots make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry
A fly facer get they thighs
And PUS that's why raped
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
Lost the and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of July
Some cats get ta the hot papes
Live in the
Go ta airline, buy states
Where can hibernate 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 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 grounds ta fall me down
Son how that
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 your down
On enemy territory ta fall me down
Son how that

2]
It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta
Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta harm
the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be flooded wit red ponds
Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the on
Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is on
What's of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
Wit that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're wet moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her drawn
Killas wit red leavin' bodies cool as the dead 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 shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me
Son how that
fire light 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?

3]
For cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes 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 boxes rockin' they last clothes
The cash inside your top pocket of stashed roast
got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
And broken globes, the dip chicks slicker 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 ain't afraid ta let gats go
The dash bros lovin' the flash though
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's don't all up in they path yo
cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow