Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

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Just the other day 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
Hollering 'bout donations for cause cuz is low
shame, but I got change, so I give 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 by snakes
Not sure if that was or if he had seen one today
I know what he said but maybe I beg to
The only souls you like to touch were the legs of
The only reason I know that cuz I to tip 'em
How could I judge when in this world we some n*ggas
And we both some killers, and we both thieves
Only God can save us all he spoke to me
What he to be was a better man in due time
But he fell short sip on the wine

In the neighborhood store
Get some for spirits
Some for your mind if you down to hear it
In the package store
and gold for the low
And some papers for your Rolls you can
In the package store
Mixing the good the bad
Which flavors of labor have you had?
In the package store
Don't directions for the gun shop, it's on the same block
Of the package store

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

3]
Gripping Golden Grain, flying like
Easy, Jesus, watch your Crown while I swang and
bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol
Could remove the kind of headache that a fight'll in the streets
Don Julio my
Cuervo, texting hoes, Captain Morgan my feet
Standing tall on 'em, 'til I rendezvous with Grey
Cool gray, salty taste, almost up on my shoes
blues, Bloody Mary red
Codeine purple seem to me to the edge
One more all I need just to hit the ledge
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to up in my bed
Go my head, seeing circles lately
Tasting cream daily, I mean Bailey
Vodka tried to me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a so why they play me