Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', 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 I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman 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 tomorrow ain't nothin' but a way, away
You know the come 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 pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house like an 808
like an 808

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I could fly around that bitch need a
I just landed in 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 don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain 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
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
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 wanna talk
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 these little boys, this 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
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
look 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 Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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