Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you don't see I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

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

2]
I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just 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 like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
Lean in my punch, I to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of 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 these bars, hope my bartap is
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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