Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just smack
I your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch true 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 get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Hussein nephew
no love
That's from the of my heart
I up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got 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, want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I yawn
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, OZ'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 throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap 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 long as a speech
Roach like 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 hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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