Luyện nghe bài hát Church / Liquor Store

[Intro:

[Verse 1:
They ask you the cause and effect
Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling
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, 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 look like I'm a
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 kick like Chun-Li
Funny, kids that I hoop with all in
Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look bounties
Bound to, be on the block a while longer
They your homies, this what home is, what don't kill ya 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
[Hook: & Akenya]
It look like home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central
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 ain't 21 but he know

[Verse 2:
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 line...forever open for prayer
The fallen ain't fell, they in my pen
And I do God
They say like Cooley High
From to end that's Alpha and Omega
My the same ghost that made Lupe cry
Soon's you loosen up your you lost then lose your life
I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta the cigarette smoke from outta my head
Like how I'm not
Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that's a room
I'm the same 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 fuck who you think I sound...like, I'm a legend in the making the director's cut
Of I Am and I'm fed up with the fuck comparison
These niggas don't got the truth that want do they?
Think I'm lyin'? Then 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 funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, leg, ditto, sillou...-ette!
Chalk outline, sketch! It's not safe outside, 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

[Verse 3:
sold prison the way they pipeline
Systematically
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 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, politician owe Duck
A new kitchen
kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch
They gentrified your no needs for cops, watch
Look at the yoga pants, coffee and yoghurt stands
Consumerism, land
And on the other my momma land

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