Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
Heater on my hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

2]
I could fly around that need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a hat
I get the raw back I need a format
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 tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody war?
I'm to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, 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
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my act like she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
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 her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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