Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

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

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I could fly around that bitch need a
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, just snort smack
I your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, chain
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, a paid 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 smile at my
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even
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 act like she like Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda 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 newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
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 this on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like
And bitch shine, like Connery

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