Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See through showers and I put some fish in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't 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 Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And tomorrow ain't but a long way, away
You the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk
Gotta insurance on the trap house,
Got the house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
bitch 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 paid
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' 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 speeding 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, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
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 hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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