Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon Fire

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

These streets is a baby
up

1]
In the of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
Just games that's played at high stakes, the next wake
Try ta fly strait, not violate if you die late
The tri-state, crime at a rate, where peoples dilate
Gun that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry
A fly facer get they scraped
And little PUS why raped
A kid inside his get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI
In of the State
the case and gotta fry date
Ninety eight, day of July eighth
Some cats get ta the hot papes
Live in the
Go ta airline, buy states
they 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 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 grounds ta me down
Son how that
fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the 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 time bomb you hit ta Saigon
Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me ta find harm
Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out
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 niggas step on
Wit those that blew trough, go get they filled wit electrons
The tec drawns, the that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her drawn
Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the fawns
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds
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 shorty
On territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how sound?
fire light up the town
I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your down
On enemy territory ta fall me down
Son how that

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