Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' 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 through showers and I just put some in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
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 ain't playin', guns in my hands I prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants at least about a grand
I'm advanced Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

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)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, just snort smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
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
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 don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is lane, now do I need a horn?
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's
my bitch 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 a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
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 her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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