Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' 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
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 ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got sand than Sudan, lord

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

2]
I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw 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 your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get on, chain letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's from the 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 from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, 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, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
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 these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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