Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

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Just the other day I was out at the store
Saw a hella creepin', trying to bang 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 give to the
He know I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my
Said I should cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded by snakes
Not sure if was metaphoric 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 that cuz I used to tip 'em
How could I judge in this world we both 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 neighborhood package
Get some for spirits
Some gossip for your mind if you down to it
In the neighborhood store
and gold for the low
And some for your Rolls you can roll
In the neighborhood store
Mixing the good the bad
Which flavors of life's labor have you
In the neighborhood store
need directions for the gun shop, it's on the same block
Of the neighborhood store

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Click clack 'gainst my head the Glock
From a hoodlum on the
Whispered to me "What you
You'll get shot if you to come up off that
What made you floss that the package store?
You know we out here like wolves searching for
Lambs, and sheep, prey on
Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head cantaloupe"
Then I replied "Out for a cap
bring my tool with 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 fight back"
So he on to loosen up on the aggression
And proceed to lecture me on the troubles of
And ain't that many jobs outchea convicted felons
So instead of what he want, he taking what they selling
billing it to the (?), forever on the grind
Addicted to the feeling of

3]
Gripping Golden Grain, like Thunderbirds
Easy, Jesus, watch your while I swang and swerve
Molotov bottle, alcohol, not a
remove the kind of headache that a fight'll cause in the streets
Don Julio my
Cuervo, hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet
Standing tall on 'em, 'til I with Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, almost up on my shoes
blues, Bloody Mary red
Codeine purple seem to take me to the
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, seeing lately
Tasting cream daily, I mean Bailey
tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a customer so why play me