Luyện nghe bài hát Canal Street

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

All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding
of heroin, shooting in the steps
In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the
Now we rock six fifties in the
AK's, AR's, jaws, say ours
Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna
Every action to a sandstorm
Fly through my block you live, a bitch 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 slinging every 45
G's fleeing, fiends is in the OD'ing
The is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
gonna happen so you know we low keying
Yeah, can't in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is
a typical day to get wiped out

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