Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

1]
Straight the East side
Blood we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta
We trap out the teli we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone off the hook
that's the plug
Ocean bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put 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 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, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more than Sudan, lord

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And tomorrow nothin' but a long way, away
You the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little trunk space
Gotta on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart
Got the trap house like an 808
like 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 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 some facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein
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
smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't talk, bitch 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 these little boys, this is victory 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
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm degrees
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Tea
She don't her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And bitch shine, like Connery

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