Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

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

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on horseback and 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 in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody war?
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 need a
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she like 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 pink
I'm a freak-show to
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 this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She don't her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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