Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
Bitch the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got sand than Sudan, lord

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't but a long way, away
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 house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' an 808
like an 808

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I could fly around that need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they snort smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
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 from got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I 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 Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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