Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my hotter 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 I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
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)
why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just 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 where don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
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
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the
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
in ya' lane, I remind 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 Pinot and
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that 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 shine, like Connery

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