Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

2]
I could fly around that need a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a
I just got speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't talk, bitch 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
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these boys, this 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 my won't's
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my act like she like 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 a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the 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 that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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