Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
that's the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
old song 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 I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
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)
That's why I had to get a little more space
Gotta insurance on the trap house,
Got the trap house pumpin' like a rate
Got the trap house like an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly around that bitch need a
I just landed in Cuba need a hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind 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 my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet 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 and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too 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 her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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