Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

(I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a channel son word up on watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my word up gotta rep together son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let them though son I feel you man let
'em son.

It nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I'm about to a killin'
So to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' jealous hate the feelin'
I my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm peelin'
And a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the and hit a buck without crashin' fuck
My drug passion got a nigga fast what
One love to billys run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga what stop the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' the day' passin'
for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the gaspin'
Nigga blanked out before he start rappin'

Microchips in the celly the game don't (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the drop (ball drop)
natiz puttin' hits on the cops (x2)

Noreaga
up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man but it
took the penile for us to youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah y'all met up
north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to up north (know what's real about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we young we strive we trying
to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of fake out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' they heat they know who is. (I'm tellin' my...)
who they is. (yo word is born)

C.N.N. network 10 it's on again
Street that' grown men
face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more then Scarface (x2)
Court case minds too late
Back in '92 (you remember son?)
I buc tose and got General Emanuel
Cell block crop
Go bagged up by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold me
? poppie locked for call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the motney
You lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they through
Scared to death of the jail stories true
You cold weak live life on the
locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell to sleep
I wild out no till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did kid you weak
station and P.A.C.

Son fuck this shit so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)