Luyện nghe bài hát Girs

Food and liquor stores rest on every
From 45th and State to the last standing Horner
J&J's, chicken, good finger lickin
While they sin, gin, sin sin at and Lynnwood Liquors
The winos stagger
Meets the high stride of the youth for the truth
They rebel and raise across alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off drum bass and 20/20 rims
They rock braids, Air Force and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and
They call women hoes, bust downs and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals
Prisons packed, bubblin over in sugar
They keep empty, lots crowded, hype's powdered
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin ended
Our hope has descended and off to the
for the reinstallment of the revolution
Because we are at the cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution, has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to

billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
Bismi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
Dedicated, to my
Peace! And much to you
YEAH!! And it
1st and, 15, proudly
You what it is
See.. I got this philosophy
I think the world, and in it
Is up of a mix, of two things
You got good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and your
right.. Chilly Chill!
You know, it's a long time comin
I give you my.. I you my heart
My soul, my my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nuttin more, and nuttin
Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So
no further ado...
Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"