Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You the haters come 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 house pumpin' like a rate
Got the trap house pumpin' an 808
Boom an 808

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your bitch get on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes 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 wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even
Stay in ya' lane, I remind little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my act like she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm these bars, hope 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 blunt long as a
Roach look a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, 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 her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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