Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the East
gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See through and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
on my waist hotter 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
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a
I'm advanced like Japan, got sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain't but a long day
And tomorrow ain't but a long way, away
You know the haters in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the trap house,
Got the trap house pumpin' like a rate
Got the house pumpin' like an 808
Boom 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 shit on horseback and start my own
From where they don't talk smack, they snort smack
I your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and yo' whole 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 speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna
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 these little boys, this 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 typing my
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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