Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

And ain't nothin' but a long day
And ain't 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 more trunk
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' a heart rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I 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 little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, Kilo'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 throat a tree
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 and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Island Tea
She don't her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And I'mma shine, like Connery

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow nothin' but a long way, away