Luyện nghe bài hát Church / Liquor Store

[Intro:

[Verse 1:
They ask you what's the and effect
Of packed in they fat, now you calling collect
They trapping the trap
The police pulling a pulley you for it you silly
Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you'll catch a
I can't, relate to half of my
My genetics is felony, low and reselling it
They me tell a story I'm like "Why not mine?"
Shit everybody taking I'm like "Why not Vine?"
And growin' from the ground up, it look I'm a vine
It's in my realness
I'm a fine, diamond in the rough type, rough type
Roughhouse in a roadhouse rugby
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like
Funny, that I hoop with all in county
Counting, bodies hunt 'em down look like bounties
Bound to, be on the block a while longer
They your homies, this what home is, what 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 privileged not deceased,
[Hook: Saba &
It look like home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes Cicero to Central
Was told, "let it go"
know who to hit though
Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I...got...from the store on Cicero
I ain't 21 but he didn't

[Verse 2:
Bad habits of wrong places at wrong (times, times times...)
A stray bullet take your first-born like the tenth plague, I'm the new Pharoah
My phone line...forever for prayer
The fallen ain't fell, they in my pen
And I do God
They say preach like Cooley
From to end that's Alpha and Omega
My city the same ghost made Lupe cry
Soon's you up your grip you lost then lose your life
I loosen a dread, from time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
how I'm not dead
Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that's a fitting
I'm still the same kid that didn't speak when we were in the
I just got a mic now, I to a real nigga
I just gotta wipe down, and fuck who you think I sound...like, I'm a in the making like the director's cut
Of I Am Legend and I'm fed up with the fuck
These niggas don't got the truth y'all want do they?
I'm lyin'? Then plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was with me
no logic in love, but there's no love 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! It's not safe outside, when they want, neck
Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I...got...from the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21 but he know

3: Noname]
They sold prison the way pipeline
lifeline
Erase all niggas, they so from the law
Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch crack now
Made the new letters shiny, now we King Kunta
I hope the grave don't find me, I do my E&J
I do my time when timely, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade
My momma still sipping, owe Donald Duck
A new kitchen
They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot,
They gentrified your neighbourhood no needs for cops,
Look at the pants, coffee shops and yoghurt stands
Consumerism, land
And on the other my momma land

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