Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I just put some in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least 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 haters in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the house, Allstate
Got the house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

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I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your get passed on, chain letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Hussein nephew
no love
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding 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, 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 is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt 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 that get out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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