Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
house jumpin' like Monta 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
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say 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 ain't playin', guns in my I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow nothin' but a long way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk
Gotta insurance on the trap house,
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart
Got the trap pumpin' like an 808
like an 808

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a 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 talk smack, just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and paint yo' whole block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got 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 wanna
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 remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my act like she like 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 hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
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 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, like Island Tea
She don't her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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