Luyện nghe bài hát Church / Liquor Store

[Intro:

[Verse 1:
They ask you what's the cause and
Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling
They booby trapping the
The pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly
Putty you shape, fuck running, you'll catch a case
I can't, to half of my relatives
My is felony, buying low and reselling it
They told me tell a story I'm "Why not mine?"
Shit taking pictures I'm like "Why not Vine?"
And growin' from the ground up, it like I'm a vine
It's in my realness
Yeah I'm a fine, in the rough type, rough type
Roughhouse in a like rugby
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like
Funny, kids that I hoop all in county
Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down like bounties
Bound to, be on the block a while longer
They your homies, this home is, what don't kill ya make ya stronger
Call Obama, Jesus,
He can save Chicago the demons and the deacons
When the end
Yeah, dodged precincts 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 Cicero to Central
Was told, "let it go"
Didn't who to hit though
Now that's church, shop, bottle I...got...from the liquor store on Cicero
I ain't 21 but he didn't

[Verse 2:
Bad habits of places at wrong times (times, times times...)
A stray will take your first-born like the tenth plague, I'm the new Pharoah
My line...forever open for prayer
The fallen soldiers fell, they in my pen
And I do God
They say preach like Cooley
From beginning to end Alpha and Omega
My city the same that made Lupe cry
Soon's you loosen up your grip you lost then lose life
I a dread, from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
Like how I'm not
Going on 20 soon, say I changed, that's a fitting room
I'm still the kid that didn't speak when we were in the school
I just got a mic now, I turned to a real
I just 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 got the truth that y'all want do they?
Think I'm lyin'? Then plan a trip to Chicago
I was 15, they was fucking me
There's no logic in love, but there's no in the streets

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

[Verse 3:
They sold prison the way they
lifeline
Erase all niggas, so bulletproof from the law
Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch doing 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 it's timely, the bible tastes like marmalade
My momma still sipping, politician owe Donald
A quacking new
They kept the pot inside the slave plot, watch
They gentrified your neighbourhood no needs for cops,
Look at the yoga pants, shops and yoghurt stands
Consumerism, holy
And on the hand my momma land

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