Luyện nghe bài hát Girs

Food and stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last Henry Horner
J&J's, pale chicken, finger lickin
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Liquors
The winos crooked
Meets the stride of the youth searchin for the truth
They rebel and hell across alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20
They rock braids, Air Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust and shorties
They keep homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubblin over in brown
They empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have
Our hope has and off to the side
Waiting for the of the revolution
Because we are dying at the of our own pollution
But God has another solution, that has evolved from the
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to

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