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, good lickin
they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors
The crooked stagger
Meets the high stride of the youth for the truth
They rebel and raise hell across and in classroom settings
They get, off that drum bass and 20/20 rims
rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's
They call they women hoes, downs and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, powdered
The well is running dry, the days of and Martin have ended
Our has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the of the revolution
we are dying at the cost of our own pollution
But God has solution, that has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to

A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r
'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
Dedicated, to my
Peace! And love 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 made up of a mix, of two
You got good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and liquor
That's right.. Chill!
You know, it's 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"