Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house like Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view baby
See through showers and I put some fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give 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' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain't but a long day
And tomorrow ain't but a long way, away
You know the come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more space
insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house like a heart rate
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 get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From where they don't talk smack, they snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and paint yo' fucking block 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 ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I'm to start, get indicted 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 is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
please, Kilo's 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 deep a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
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 heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
Roach look like a leech, I'm too for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
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