Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
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', guns in my hands I prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get on, chain letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and paint yo' fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another 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 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 Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
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 this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long 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, Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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