Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

(I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son feel it man up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different son word up on watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my word up gotta rep together son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let know though son I feel you man let
'em son.

It takes nothin' but a hot slug to a villian
Crook I'm about to make a
So to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' jealous 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 crashin' fuck
My drug passion got a stashin' fast what
One love to billys run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts what can't stop the willy
Cops harassin' blastin' while the day' passin'
Time for action cock the mac what a
Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the gaspin'
Nigga blanked out chopped he start rappin'

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

Noreaga
up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know 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 up north (know what's real about all
this 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' heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they bustin' they heat they know who they 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 face gat in your face stay in your
Yo crime lace catch more beef Scarface (x2)
Court illegal minds too late
in '92 (you remember Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General
block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold me
? poppie locked for posse up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what
Them new they comin' through
Scared to death of the jail stories that's
You cold weak live life on the
While locked up homoed with pink (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your shook to sleep
I wild out no till the day I'm out
Me what I did three kid you weak
station and P.A.C.

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