Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn 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 baby
See through showers and I put some fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, pants 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 tomorrow ain't nothin' but a 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 rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly around that need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
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 just got another speeding ticket on the
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, want war?
I'm excited to start, get tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long 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 teeth that get out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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