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 channel son word up on watch
the channel son plain now man. (It's all good) Word up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq)
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 nothin' but a hot to fill a villian
I'm about to make a killin'
So weed to escalate the
I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' on my trace I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation
Embrace the wheel and hit a without crashin' fuck
My passion got a nigga stashin' fast what
One love to hill billys run out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga what can't the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' while the passin'
Time for cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the gaspin'
Nigga out chopped before he start rappin'

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

talking:
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us 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 that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we trying
to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God (we got a lot of fake niggas out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just
yo they ain't bustin' they heat know who they is. (I'm tellin' my...)
who they is. (yo word is born)

C.N.N. network channel 10 on again
Street that' grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your
Yo lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case illegal minds too
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 call up Khadafi
all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what
new jacks they comin' through
Scared to death of the jail stories true
You cold live life on the street
While locked up homoed with sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell to sleep
I wild out no till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did three kid you
station and P.A.C.

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