Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

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

It takes nothin' but a hot slug to a villian
Crook I'm about to make a
So weed to escalate the
I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the
I my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a without crashin' fuck
My passion got a nigga stashin' fast what
One to hill billys run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts what can't stop the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' the day' passin'
for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot slug caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga blanked out chopped he start rappin'

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

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

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

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