Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

[Intro:
Aiyo, ready right? (professionals) Aight
None of fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the fuck nigga talking bout?) Word up, the is over there,
Nigga, go
(Have I ever on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him,
You the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you the watches, nigga)
You that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out
All you do is just come with the bricks, son
I got a big in the muthafucking little bag, nigga
Take that, just smash the out
Bout four-five gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! right down the block, nigga
Ya'll got that? You check the station, one son (Good!)

All of our fathers is robbers, holding techs
Eighths of heroin, shooting in the
In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the
Now we rock six fifties in the
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say
frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform
Every gram action to a
Fly through my block you live, make a stop
Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts,
sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

[Chorus:
Back to every 45 minutes
G's fleeing, fiends is in the building
The is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
It's happen so you know we low keying
Yeah, sell in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't in here, they won't credit niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the is dreaded
Just a day to get wiped out

Broad day jungle, with the rodents
The run through, blow a bag and hunt you
Always flaky, calluses hands my
Come through the avenue, cheese patrants
Blood flood the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the
These rap is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head
Pajama top, handcuff with a
We realer than the Rep Posse squad that's dangerous
Take it back to the and Wranglers
what we want, explain this
Famous for my kitchen knives, and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your up
Plain and simple is poo-putt
with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
Real nigga to nigga, man, you know how we get down, man