Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean bedroom baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist hotter a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, just snort smack
I turn your head to an hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking 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
it was parked
Now I wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too for the priest, with this 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 head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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