Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean view baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist hotter a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm 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' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way,
You know the haters 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 trap house pumpin' like a heart
Got the trap house pumpin' an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the
it was parked
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind little boys, this is victory 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
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda 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 this beat, I'm the and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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