Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap house like Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch that's the
Ocean bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my waist hotter a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a 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 at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand Sudan, lord

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

2]
I could fly around 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 snort
I turn your head to an 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 on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
That's from the of my heart
I up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
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 these little boys, this is lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, Kilo's
my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
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 these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too 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 hide her
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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