Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
I'm like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

And ain't nothin' but a long 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 little more trunk
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
That's from the 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 Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, 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 typing my
Lord please, Kilo'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 hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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