Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' 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 ain't nothin' but a day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way,
You know the come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart
Got the trap house pumpin' an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly around that bitch need a
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the bitch some lies and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from 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 don't 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 even
Stay in ya' lane, I remind little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
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 like Pinot and
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
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 long as a speech
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
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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