Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

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

These streets is a habitat
up

1]
In the of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's 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 that make the block vibrate, it shook migrate
Some die by fate, yo cry hate
A fly facer get thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why
A kid inside his get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI
In verse of the
Lost the case and gotta fry
Ninety ninety eight, day of eighth
Some get ta stack the hot papes
Live in the
Go ta airline, buy states
Where can hibernate and operate
Impregnate, so ???
Other niggas lay the power race, wit tre 8's
Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and

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

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

Cannon 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 enemy grounds ta fall me down
Son how sound?
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 your down
On enemy grounds ta fall me down
Son how sound?

3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grow
Runnin' wit armies like they
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around last holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in boxes rockin' they last clothes
The cash close inside top pocket of stashed roast
Body got 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 in the Astros
Who ain't ta let they gats go
The paper bros lovin' the flash though
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em math pros
And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in path yo
cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When task rolls they his ass mows, movin' too ass slow