Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan,

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

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
no love
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 smile at my
My from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got 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, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory 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
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too for the priest, with this 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 hide her
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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