Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean view baby
See through showers and I put some 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 than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly around that bitch need a
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
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 hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
That's the bottom 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 from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the
it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I to spar, anybody want war?
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, 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 my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of 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 hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt 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
Like my bitch mixed, Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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