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', trying to on a ho
That same motherf*cker used to on my door
Hollering 'bout donations for cuz collections is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I give to the
He know I he buying pussy, he don't 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 I beg to differ
The only souls you like to were the legs of strippers
The only I know that cuz I used to tip 'em
How I judge when in this world we both some n*ggas
And we both some killers, and we some thieves
Only God can save us all what he 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 some for spirits
gossip for your mind 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 package store
Mixing the with the bad
Which flavors of life's labor you had?
In the package store
Don't need directions for the gun shop, it's on the same
Of the neighborhood package

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

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Gripping Grain, flying like Thunderbirds
Easy, Jesus, your Crown while I swang and swerve
bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol
Could remove the 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 rendezvous Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, threw up on my shoes
Hypnotic blues, Bloody red
Codeine purple seem to me to the edge
One more shot all I need 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
tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a so why they play me