Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli 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
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my 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 more sand Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba 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 talk smack, they just snort smack
I your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
Better yet 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 bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get 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 struggle is real, and the too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
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, this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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