Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

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Just the day when I was out at the store
Saw a preacher hella creepin', trying to on a ho
That same motherf*cker used to on my door
'bout donations for cause cuz collections is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I to the plate
He know I know he buying pussy, he lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded by
Not sure if was metaphoric or if he had seen one today
I know what he but maybe I beg to differ
The only souls you like to touch were the legs of
The only reason I that cuz I used to tip 'em
How could I judge when in this world we some n*ggas
And we both killers, and we both some thieves
Only God can save us all he spoke to me
What he hoped to be was a better man in due
But he fell short sip on the wine

In the package store
Get wine for spirits
gossip for your mind if you down to hear it
In the neighborhood store
Silver and for the low
And some papers for your you can roll
In the neighborhood store
Mixing the with the bad
Which flavors of labor have you had?
In the neighborhood store
need directions for the gun shop, it's on the same block
Of the package store

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Click clack my head went the Glock
From a on the block
to me "What you got?
You'll get shot if you to come up off that
What you floss that outside the package store?
You know we out here like wolves searching for
Lambs, and sheep, on weak
Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head cantaloupe"
I replied "Out for a night cap
Didn't bring my tool with me I assumed that I'd be right back
Shawty the neighborhood was cool and it wasn't like that
But here you are a loaded gun and I'll be damned
if I'm fight back"
So he on to loosen up on the aggression
And proceed to lecture me on the of recession
And ain't that many jobs outchea convicted felons
So instead of buying what he want, he taking they selling
billing it to the (?), forever on the grind
Addicted to the feeling of

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Gripping Golden Grain, flying like
Easy, Jesus, your Crown while I swang and swerve
bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol
Could remove the kind of that a fight'll cause in the streets
Don Julio my
Cuervo, hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet
Standing on 'em, 'til I rendezvous with Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, almost threw up on my
blues, Bloody Mary red
Codeine purple seem to me to the edge
One shot all I need just to hit the ledge
Toss and turn, crash and burn, to crawl up in my bed
Go into my head, circles lately
cream daily, I don't mean Bailey
Vodka tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin me
Been a customer so why they me