Luyện nghe bài hát Girs

Food and liquor rest on every corner
45th and State to the last standing Henry Horner
J&J's, pale chicken, good finger
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood
The winos crooked
Meets the high stride of the youth for the truth
They and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that bass and 20/20 rims
They braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot of hospitals full
Prisons packed, over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, powdered
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have
Our hope has descended and off to the
Waiting for the reinstallment of the
we are dying at the cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution, that has from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to

A'uzu billahi min ash r rajimi
'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
Dedicated, to my
Peace! And much to you
YEAH!! And it
1st and, 15, present
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 already know, it's a time comin
I give you my.. I you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my
My experience, nuttin more, and less
Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So
no further ado...
Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"