Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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

And life nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow 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 insurance on the house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a rate
Got the trap pumpin' like an 808
like an 808

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I fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the shit on horseback and my own ranch
From where don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, heavy
bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid
Better yet Saddam Hussein
Nigga no
That's from the bottom of my
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking 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 another ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
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 tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the too long
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 sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my long as a speech
Roach 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
my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

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