Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I just put some in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich 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'
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 ain't nothin' but a day
And ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You know the haters in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the house, Allstate
Got the trap house like a heart rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly around that bitch need a
I just landed in Cuba 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 talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I the bitch some true lies 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, plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's 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 like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
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, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda 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 for this 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, like Long Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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