Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch the plug
view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put some in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all (okay)
why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the house pumpin' like a heart 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 landed in Cuba need a hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
where they 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 in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the 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 Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
it was parked
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 yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt 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 Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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