Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a way, away
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 trap house pumpin' like a rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From where they talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed 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' whole fucking red
And get out of my car and my art
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get 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 struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
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 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 blunt 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 your teeth that get blown out yo'
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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