Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
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 space
Gotta insurance on the house, Allstate
Got the trap pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house like an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just smack
I turn your head to an hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get on, chain letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole block 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 another speeding ticket on the
it was parked
Now I wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna 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 yawn
in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap 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 blunt as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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