Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a 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 prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand Sudan, lord

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

2]
I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw 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 your to an open hot sauce pack
I the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I got another speeding 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, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these 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 my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting 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 and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
look like 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
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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