Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
Bitch that's the
Ocean view bedroom
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 waist than 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' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't but a long way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all (okay)
That's why I had to get a little trunk space
Gotta insurance on the trap house,
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart
Got the trap house pumpin' 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 get the raw back I need a format
I put the on horseback 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 lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's from the 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 Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I'm to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I 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 like she Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm these 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 heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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