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 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 word up gotta rep son word up for
life son. (check) up son let them know though son I feel you man let
'em son.

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

Microchips in the celly the game stop (don't stop)
in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin' hits on the (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 click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah met up
north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to meet up north (know what's about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we
to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of 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 who they is. (I'm tellin' my...)
who they is. (yo word is born)

C.N.N. network 10 it's on again
Street niggas that' men
Bold face gat in your face in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then (x2)
case illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (you Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General
Cell block crop
Go bagged up yeah by cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the cold dissed me
? poppie locked for posse up Khadafi
Collect all Arab natzi the fowl motney
You lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they through
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 your shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt the day I'm out
Me personally what I did kid you weak
Your and P.A.C.

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