Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean view bedroom
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist hotter a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands 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 Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly around that need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the on horseback and start 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 some true lies and false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
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 my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
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 these 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 and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
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
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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