Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

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

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I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the bitch true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I 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
smile at my thoughts
My bitch Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna
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 even
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
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 deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap 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
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo'
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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