Luyện nghe bài hát Church / Liquor Store

[Intro:

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

2: Saba]
Bad habits of wrong places at wrong (times, times times...)
A stray will take your first-born like the tenth plague, I'm the new Pharoah
My phone line...forever for prayer
The soldiers ain't fell, they in my pen
And I do God
say preach like Cooley High
From to end that's Alpha and Omega
My city the ghost that made Lupe cry
Soon's you loosen up grip you lost then lose your life
I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke outta my head
Like how I'm not
Going on 20 soon, say I changed, that's a fitting room
I'm still the same kid that didn't when we were in the school
I just got a mic now, I turned to a real
I gotta wipe down, and fuck who you think 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 that y'all want do they?
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 in the streets

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

3: Noname]
They prison the way they pipeline
Systematically
all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law
Law citizen shot, Willie Lynch doing crack now
the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta
I hope the grave find me, I do my E&J kindly
I do my time when it's timely, sometimes the bible like marmalade
My momma still sipping, owe Donald Duck
A quacking new
They kept the pot inside the slave plot, watch
They gentrified neighbourhood no needs for cops, watch
Look at the yoga pants, coffee and yoghurt stands
Consumerism, holy
And on the other hand my land

[Hook: Saba &
It like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, leg -