Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

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

2]
I could fly around that bitch 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 don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, heavy
bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' 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 got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna
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 little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
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 soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with chrome on your teeth that get blown 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 but a long way, away