Luyện nghe bài hát Church / Liquor Store

[Intro:

[Verse 1:
ask you what's the cause and effect
Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling
booby trapping the trap
The police a pulley you fall for it you silly
Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you'll a case
I can't, to half of my relatives
My genetics is felony, low and reselling it
They told me tell a story I'm "Why not mine?"
Shit everybody taking I'm like "Why not Vine?"
And growin' from the up, it look like I'm a vine
rarity in my realness
Yeah I'm a fine, in the rough type, rough type
Roughhouse in a roadhouse rugby
Lovely, you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li
Funny, kids that I hoop all in county
Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look like
Bound to, be on the block a little while
your homies, this what home is, what don't kill ya make ya stronger
Call Obama, Jesus,
He can Chicago from the demons and the deacons
it's the end
Yeah, dodged precincts pre-teens
Let's pretend we privileged not deceased,
Saba & Akenya]
It look funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from to Central
Was told, "let it go"
Didn't know who to hit
Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I...got...from the liquor on Cicero
I 21 but he didn't know

[Verse 2:
Bad of wrong places at wrong times (times, times times...)
A stray bullet will take your like the tenth plague, I'm the new Pharoah
My phone line...forever for prayer
The fallen soldiers fell, they in my pen
And I do God
They say like Cooley High
From beginning to end that's and Omega
My city the same that made Lupe cry
Soon's you loosen up your grip you lost then lose life
I loosen a dread, from every I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
how I'm not dead
Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, a fitting room
I'm still the same kid didn't speak when we were in the school
I just got a mic now, I turned to a nigga
I just gotta wipe down, and fuck who you I sound...like, I'm a legend in the making like the director's cut
Of I Am Legend and I'm fed up with the comparison
These niggas don't got the truth that y'all want do
Think I'm lyin'? plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was with me
There's no logic in love, but there's no love in the

2: Saba & Akenya]
It look funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, leg, ditto, sillou...-ette!
Chalk outline, sketch! It's not outside, when they want, your neck
Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I...got...from the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21 but he know

[Verse 3:
They sold prison the way they
lifeline
Erase all niggas, they so from the law
Law abiding shot, Willie Lynch doing crack now
the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta
I hope the grave don't me, I do my E&J kindly
I do my time when timely, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade
My momma still sipping, politician owe Duck
A quacking new
They kept the melting pot the slave plot, watch
They your neighbourhood no needs for cops, watch
at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yoghurt stands
Consumerism, holy
And on the other hand my momma

[Hook: & Akenya]
It look funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, leg -