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 word up it's a different channel son up on watch
the son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
and all adat yo my hood 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 takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a
Crook I'm about to make a
So to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' jealous hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' jake on my I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole nation kneelin'
Embrace the and hit a buck without crashin' fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' what
One love to hill run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga can't stop the willy
Cops harassin' niggas while the day' passin'
Time for action cock the mac what a
Shoot laughin' caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga blanked out before he start rappin'

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

Noreaga
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us man but it
took the penile for us to click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah 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 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 it's on
niggas that' grown men
Bold face gat in your stay in your place
Yo lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case minds too late
Back in '92 (you remember son?)
I buc and got live General Emanuel
Cell block crop
Go bagged up yeah by cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world dissed me
? poppie locked for posse call up
all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin'
Scared to of the jail stories that's true
You cold weak live on the street
While locked up homoed with pink (bitch nigga)
Discrete and cell shook to sleep
I wild out no till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did kid you weak
Your and P.A.C.

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