Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

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

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I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and 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 and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
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, I don't 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, I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot 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 sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look a leech, I'm too long 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, like
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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