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 at high stakes, the next guys wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you die late
The tri-state, crime at a high rate, peoples dilate
Gun shots make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs
And little PUS why raped
A kid inside his get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get on the FBI tape
In of the State
the case and gotta fry date
Ninety ninety eight, day of eighth
Some cats get ta stack the hot
in the skyscrapes
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 ready ta die staced off and

Cannon fire 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 enemy territory grounds ta fall me
Son how sound?
Cannon fire light up the
I stand my ground and 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

2]
It's a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, your on, me hard ta find harm
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit holdin' they out rons
And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red
Like it was red dawn, get found around without the heads on
Judges set that figures they know niggas is dead on
What's left of death penalty facilities where step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they body wit electrons
The tec drawns, the ones live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran the feds arms
Yo

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 your shorty
On enemy territory ta fall me down
Son how sound?
fire light up the town
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 territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that

3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast that last all the fast dough
splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they holes
Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes they last clothes
The close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash
And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than
Who bag a slash blow and some top of the block hot as a gas stove
Mastro's cats in the Astros
Who ain't afraid ta let they go
The paper dash bros lovin' the flash
And mo'
Stash rolls, count em like pros
And crash low soda, don't step all up in they path yo
cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
When task they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow