Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

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

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like 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 with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
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 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 don't talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is 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
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a to freaks
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 and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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