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 different channel son word up on
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 hood word up gotta rep son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let them though son I feel you man let
'em son.

It takes nothin' but a hot to fill a villian
Crook I'm about to a killin'
So to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin'
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' what
One love to hill run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga what can't stop the
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 chopped before he start

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

Noreaga
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I 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 (we got a lot of fake niggas out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas frontin'
yo they bustin' they heat they know who they is. (I'm tellin' my...)
who they is. (yo word is born)

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

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