Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

1]
Just the other day when I was out at the
Saw a preacher hella creepin', trying to on a ho
That same motherf*cker 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 lie to my face
that 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 when in this world we both some
And we both some killers, and we some thieves
God can save us all what he spoke to me
What he hoped to be was a man in due time
But he fell short tryna sip on the

In the neighborhood package
Get some for spirits
Some for your mind if you down to hear it
In the neighborhood package
Silver and for the low
And some papers for your Rolls you can
In the neighborhood package
Mixing the with the bad
flavors 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 neighborhood store

2]
Click clack 'gainst my head went the
From a hoodlum on the
Whispered to me "What you
get shot if you refuse to come up off that
What made you floss that outside the store?
You know we out here wolves searching 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 tool with me cause I that I'd be right back
Shawty said the neighborhood was cool and it like that
But here you are with a gun and I'll be damned
if I'm fight back"
So he went on to up on the aggression
And proceed to me on the troubles of recession
And that many jobs outchea hiring convicted felons
So instead of buying he want, he taking what they selling
billing it to the (?), forever on the grind
Addicted to the of wine

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, hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet
Standing tall on 'em, 'til I with Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, almost up on my shoes
Hypnotic blues, Mary red
Codeine purple seem to take me to the
One more shot all I need just to hit the
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to up in my bed
Go into my head, seeing circles
Tasting cream daily, I don't mean
Vodka to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a customer so why they me