Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
that's the plug
Ocean 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 I don't dance
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, pants cost at least about a grand
I'm like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

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

2]
I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I 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 boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is
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 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 get blown out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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