Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

(I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son it man word up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo up it's a different 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) Word up you nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for
life son. (check) up son let them know though son I feel you man let
'em son.

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

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

Noreaga
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I you know us both man but it
the penile for us to click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah y'all met up
north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to up north (know what's real about all
though that...) What real about it? (we were 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' heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' they heat they know who is. (I'm tellin' my...)
Know who they is. (yo is born)

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

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