Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I just put some in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand Sudan, lord

And ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way,
You the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk
insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house like an 808
like an 808

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I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And tomorrow ain't but a long way, away