Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

1]
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
Hollering donations for cause cuz collections is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I to the plate
He I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded by
Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had one today
I know what he but maybe I beg to differ
The souls you like to touch were the legs of strippers
The only reason I know that cuz I to tip 'em
How could I judge when in world we both some n*ggas
And we some killers, and we both some thieves
Only God can save us all what he to me
What he hoped to be was a better man in due
But he fell short sip on the wine

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

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

3]
Gripping Golden Grain, flying Thunderbirds
Easy, Jesus, watch your while I swang and swerve
Molotov bottle, alcohol, not a
Could remove the kind of headache that a cause in the streets
Don Julio my
Cuervo, texting hoes, Captain Morgan with my
Standing tall on 'em, I rendezvous with Grey Goose
Cool gray, taste, almost threw up on my shoes
Hypnotic blues, Bloody red
Codeine seem to take me to the edge
One more shot all I need to hit the ledge
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to up in my bed
Go into my head, seeing lately
Tasting cream daily, I don't mean
Vodka tried to kill me, but Gin saved me
a customer so why they play me