Luyện nghe bài hát Channel 10

(I'm feelin' here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son up on watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
and all adat yo my hood 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 weed to escalate the
I regulate the dealin' jealous hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' on my trace I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a without crashin' fuck
My passion got a nigga stashin' fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to
Playin' the cuts nigga what can't the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' while the day'
Time for action the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot slug caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga blanked out before he start rappin'

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

Noreaga
Word up son fucked up son 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 meet up north (know what's about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we young we strive we trying
to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of fake out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' heat they 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 place
Yo crime lace more beef then Scarface (x2)
case illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (you remember son?)
I buc tose and got live Emanuel
Cell block cold
Go up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold me
? poppie locked for posse up Khadafi
Collect all Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin'
Scared to death of the jail stories that's
You cold weak live life on the
While locked up with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your shook 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 this jail shit so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)