Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We out the teli when 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 dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a 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
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least 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 haters in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a more 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 that bitch need a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From where they don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My from Atlanta 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, bitch I don't wanna
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo'
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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