Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
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 showers and I 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 waist hotter a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't 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 ain't nothin' but a day
And ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little trunk space
insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap pumpin' like an 808
Boom an 808

2]
I could fly around that bitch need a
I just landed in need a straw hat
I get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where they don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, heavy
bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and yo' whole 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 to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my act like she like 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 and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the
I'm too for the priest, with this chrome on your 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 I'mma shine, like Connery

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