Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the East
Blood gang we heavy, fuck dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the teli when we outta
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
that's the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
Hold up I playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

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

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I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on and start my own ranch
From they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
my ass off, chain heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, plain never
Had a with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's from the 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 bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a
I just got another speeding ticket on the
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, 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, before I yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
Lord please, OZ's
my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
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 these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, 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 ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way,