Luyện nghe bài hát Church / Liquor Store

[Intro:

[Verse 1:
ask you what's the cause and effect
Of doobies in they fat, now you calling collect
booby trapping the trap
The pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly
you outta shape, fuck running, you'll catch a case
I can't, to half of my relatives
My genetics is felony, buying low and it
They told me tell a story I'm "Why not mine?"
Shit taking pictures I'm like "Why not Vine?"
And from the ground up, it look like I'm a vine
It's in my realness
Yeah I'm a fine, in the rough type, rough type
in a roadhouse like rugby
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like
Funny, that I hoop with all in county
Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look bounties
Bound to, be on the a little while longer
They your homies, this what home is, what don't kill ya ya stronger
Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
He can save Chicago the demons and the deacons
it's the end
Yeah, dodged precincts since
Let's pretend we privileged not deceased,
Saba & Akenya]
It look like funeral home, church, church, store
store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from Cicero 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 store on
I ain't 21 but he know

[Verse 2:
Bad of wrong places at wrong times (times, times times...)
A stray bullet will take your first-born 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 like Cooley High
beginning to end that's Alpha and Omega
My the same ghost that made Lupe cry
Soon's you loosen up your grip you lost then lose your
I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my
Like how I'm not
on 20 soon, they say I changed, that's a fitting room
I'm still the kid that didn't speak when we were in the school
I got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga
I just gotta wipe down, and who you think I sound...like, I'm a legend in the making like the director's cut
Of I Am and I'm fed up with the fuck comparison
niggas don't got the truth that y'all want do they?
Think I'm Then plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was fucking me
no logic in love, but there's no love in the streets

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

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

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