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', to bang on a ho
That same motherf*cker used to on my door
Hollering 'bout for cause cuz collections is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I give to the
He I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my face
Said that I cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded 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 were the legs of strippers
The reason I know that cuz I used to tip 'em
How could I judge when in this world we both 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 short tryna sip on the wine

In the neighborhood package
Get wine for spirits
Some for your mind if you down to hear it
In the package store
and gold 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 need directions for the gun shop, it's on the same
Of the package store

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Click clack 'gainst my head went the
From a on the block
Whispered to me "What you
get shot if you refuse to come up off that
What made you that outside the package store?
You know we out like wolves searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, on weak
Don't you reach under your seat, bust your head like cantaloupe"
Then I replied "Out for a cap
Didn't bring my tool with me cause I assumed that I'd be right
Shawty said the neighborhood was and it wasn't like that
But here you are with a loaded gun and I'll be
if I'm gon' back"
So he on to loosen up on the aggression
And proceed to lecture me on the troubles of
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
Addicted to the feeling of

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