Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight from the side
gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Ellis
We out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', say they rich I say eeh
old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist than a frying pan
If you see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my I ain't prayin'
Fireman venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a hat
I gotta get the raw back I a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From where they don't talk smack, they just smack
I turn your to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
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 killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then at my thoughts
My from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the
it was parked
Now I don't talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I 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
Lord please, Kilo's
Cause my act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the
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
Like my bitch mixed, like Island Tea
She hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like

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