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 house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch 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
old song I don't dance
Heater on my 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', in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, pants cost at least about 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 long way,
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 trap house,
Got the trap pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
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 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 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 so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
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 this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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