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
'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 lie to my face
that I should cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded by snakes
Not if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one today
I know what he said but I beg to differ
The only souls you to touch were the legs of strippers
The only reason I know that cuz I to tip 'em
How I judge when in this world we both some n*ggas
And we some killers, and we both 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 tryna sip on the wine

In the neighborhood store
Get wine for spirits
gossip for your mind if you down to hear it
In the neighborhood store
Silver and for the low
And some for your Rolls you can roll
In the neighborhood package
the good with the bad
Which of life's labor have you had?
In the package store
Don't need directions for the gun shop, on the same block
Of the package store

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Click 'gainst my head went the Glock
a hoodlum on the block
Whispered to me "What you
You'll get shot if you refuse to up off that
made you floss that outside the package store?
You know we out here wolves searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, on weak
Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head cantaloupe"
Then I replied "Out for a cap
Didn't my tool with me cause I assumed that I'd be right back
Shawty the neighborhood was cool and it wasn't like that
But here you are with a gun and I'll be damned
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 that many outchea hiring convicted felons
So instead of buying 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 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, Mary red
Codeine purple to take me to the edge
One more shot all I need just to hit the
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to up in my bed
Go my head, seeing circles lately
Tasting daily, I don't mean Bailey
Vodka tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin me
Been a customer so why they me