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) up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up rep together son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let them though son I feel you man let
'em son.

It nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I'm about to a killin'
So weed to escalate the
I regulate the dealin' niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' on my trace I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole nation kneelin'
Embrace the and hit a buck without crashin' fuck
My drug passion got a stashin' fast what
One love to billys run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga what can't stop the
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' the day' passin'
Time for action the mac what a satisfaction
laughin' slug caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga blanked out before he start rappin'

Microchips in the celly the game don't (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank 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 know you know us man but it
took the penile for us to youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah y'all met up
north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to meet up north (know real about all
though 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. ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' they they know who they is. (I'm tellin' my...)
Know who is. (yo word is born)

C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on
Street niggas grown men
Bold face gat in your face in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then (x2)
Court illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (you Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General
Cell cold crop
Go bagged up by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world dissed me
? poppie locked for call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl
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 live life on the street
While locked up with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and cell shook to sleep
I wild out no till the day I'm out
Me personally I did three kid you weak
Your and P.A.C.

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