Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
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
Same old song I 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', guns in my hands I ain't
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants 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 way, away
You the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the house, Allstate
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 landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort
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 syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Hussein nephew
Nigga no
from the bottom 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 from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another 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, want 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, is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, with 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, prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow nothin' but a long way, away