Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

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

In the neighborhood package
Get wine for spirits
Some gossip for mind if you down to hear it
In the package store
and gold for the low
And some papers for your you can roll
In the neighborhood store
Mixing the with the bad
Which of life's labor have you had?
In the package store
Don't need directions for the gun shop, it's on the 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 made you floss that outside the package
You know we out here like searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, prey on
you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head like cantaloupe"
Then I "Out for a night cap
Didn't bring my tool me cause I assumed that I'd be right back
Shawty said the was cool 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 went on to loosen up on the
And proceed to lecture me on the of recession
And ain't many jobs outchea hiring convicted felons
So of buying what he want, he taking what they selling
Then billing it to the (?), forever on the
Addicted to the of wine

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