Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
Blood we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap house jumpin' Monta Ellis
We trap out the when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
Bitch the plug
view bedroom baby
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they I say eeh
old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

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

2]
I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I landed in Cuba 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 talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
my ass off, chain heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no
That's the bottom of my heart
I up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't 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, 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 too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm my won't's
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
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 long as a speech
look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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