Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

(I'm this 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 plain now man. (It's all good) Word up all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up rep together son word up for
life son. (check) up son let them know though son I feel you man let
'em son.

It takes nothin' but a hot slug to a villian
Crook I'm to make a killin'
So to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' niggas hate the feelin'
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 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 blastin' the day' passin'
Time for action cock the mac a satisfaction
laughin' slug caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga out chopped before 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 before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin' hits on the (x2)

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

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

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