Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight from the side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers
Trap jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See showers and I just put some fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you don't see I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I 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 than Sudan, lord

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

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I could fly around bitch need a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own
From where they don't talk smack, 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 like a short
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne
Stunt my ass off, heavy
Your get passed on, chain letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, I changed schedule
I'm a killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
Nigga no
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 at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero
I can a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet pink
I'm a freak-show to
I'm spitting these bars, hope my is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and
I'm too for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, prodigy
And I'mma shine, like Connery

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