Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
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, phone off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See through showers and I put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they 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 playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm
I'm at peace, pants cost at least about a grand
I'm like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

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

2]
I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't smack, they just snort smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, a paid killer
Better yet Hussein nephew
Nigga no
from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking 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 speeding ticket on the Bugatti
it was parked
Now I wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
in my punch, I decided 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 boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
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
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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