Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

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

2]
I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in 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 don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
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 of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking 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 speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody war?
I'm excited to start, get tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a to freaks
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 beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
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 head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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