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 collect
booby trapping the trap
The pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly
Putty you shape, fuck running, you'll catch a case
I can't, relate to of my relatives
My genetics is felony, buying low and it
They told me tell a story I'm "Why not mine?"
everybody taking pictures I'm like "Why not Vine?"
And growin' from the ground up, it look like I'm a
It's in my realness
Yeah I'm a fine, diamond in the rough type, type
Roughhouse in a like rugby
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like
Funny, kids that I with all in county
Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down like bounties
Bound to, be on the block a little longer
They your homies, what home is, what don't kill ya make ya stronger
Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
He can Chicago from the demons and the deacons
When the end
Yeah, dodged precincts pre-teens
Let's we privileged not deceased, addicted
Saba & Akenya]
It look like home, church, church, liquor store
store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central
Was told, "let it go"
Didn't who to hit though
Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I...got...from the liquor on Cicero
I ain't 21 but he know

2: Saba]
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 High
From beginning to end that's Alpha and
My city the same ghost made Lupe cry
you loosen up your grip you lost then lose your life
I loosen a dread, every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
Like how I'm not
Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, 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 nigga
I just gotta wipe down, and fuck who you think I sound...like, I'm a legend in the making like the cut
Of I Am Legend and I'm fed up with the fuck
These niggas don't got the truth that want do they?
Think I'm lyin'? Then plan a trip to 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, store
Corner store, dread-head, 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 liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21 but he didn't

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

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