Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean bedroom baby
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
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 ain't nothin' but a long day
And ain't 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 trunk
Gotta insurance on the house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a rate
Got the trap pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
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 don't talk smack, they just snort
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 like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's the bottom 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 bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, 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 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
my bitch 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 a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap 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 look like a leech, I'm too 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, like Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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