Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean view baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow nothin' but a long way, away
You know the come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little trunk space
insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
like an 808

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I could fly around that need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Hussein nephew
no love
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a
I got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I yawn
in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this 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 act like she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my 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
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
Like my bitch mixed, like Long 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 nothin' but a long way, away