Luyện nghe bài hát Girs

Food and liquor rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the standing Henry Horner
J&J's, pale chicken, finger lickin
they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors
The crooked stagger
Meets the high of the youth searchin for the truth
They rebel and raise hell alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that drum and 20/20 rims
rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and
They call they women hoes, bust downs and
They keep funeral homes in and gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, over in brown sugar
keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered
The well is running dry, the days of and Martin have ended
Our hope has descended and off to the
Waiting for the of the revolution
Because we are dying at the cost of our own
But God has another solution, has evolved from the hood
I one who turns, the Fiasco to good

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