Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
that's the plug
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
old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants at least about a grand
I'm like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba 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 smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some lies and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and paint yo' whole block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these 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 typing my
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt long 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 teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She don't her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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