Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean view baby
See through showers and I just put 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 than a pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain't but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a way, away
You the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the 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 fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and 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 bitch get on, chain letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
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 at my thoughts
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 talk, bitch I don't wanna 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 a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, OZ's
my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
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 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 on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch shine, like Connery

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