Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
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
Same old song I dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

2]
I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
That's from the of my heart
I up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a
I just got speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
Lean in my punch, I to spar, anybody want 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 Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
Roach look like a leech, I'm too 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, 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 but a long way, away