Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

(I'm feelin' here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a channel son word up on watch
the channel son different now man. (It's all good) Word up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my hood 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 but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I'm to make a killin'
So weed to the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' jake on my I'm peelin'
And a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast
One love to hill billys run out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts what can't stop the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' while the passin'
for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the chest
Nigga blanked out chopped he start rappin'

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

Noreaga
Word up son fucked up son up Trag. I know 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
this though that...) What 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. Niggas frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' they heat they know who is. (I'm tellin' my...)
Know who is. (yo word is born)

C.N.N. network channel 10 on again
Street niggas that' men
Bold gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef Scarface (x2)
case illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (you Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General
Cell cold crop
Go bagged up by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world dissed me
? poppie 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 that's true
You cold weak life on the street
While locked up with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt the day I'm out
Me personally I did three kid you weak
Your and P.A.C.

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