Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house like Monta Ellis
We out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
that's the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put some in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need 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 true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I up and paint 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 got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I wanna talk
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 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 Bible too
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look a leech, I'm too long for the brief
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 hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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