Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

1]
Just the day when I was out at the store
Saw a preacher hella creepin', to bang on a ho
same motherf*cker used to bang on my door
Hollering donations for cause cuz collections is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I to the plate
He I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded by
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 like to touch were the of strippers
The only reason I know 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 to be was a better man in due time
But he fell tryna sip on the wine

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

2]
Click clack 'gainst my went the Glock
From a hoodlum on the
Whispered to me "What you
You'll get if you refuse to come up off that
What made you that outside the package store?
You know we out here like searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, prey on
Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your like cantaloupe"
Then I replied "Out for a cap
Didn't bring my tool with me cause I assumed that I'd be back
Shawty said the neighborhood was and it wasn't like that
But you are with a loaded gun and I'll be damned
if I'm fight back"
So he on to loosen up on the aggression
And proceed to me on the troubles of recession
And ain't that many jobs hiring convicted felons
So instead of what he want, he taking what they selling
Then billing it to the (?), on the grind
Addicted to the of wine

3]
Gripping Golden Grain, flying 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 my peeps
Cuervo, texting hoes, Captain with my feet
tall on 'em, 'til I rendezvous with Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, threw up on my shoes
blues, Bloody Mary red
Codeine purple seem to take me to the
One more shot all I just to hit the ledge
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to up in my bed
Go into my head, seeing lately
Tasting cream daily, I don't Bailey
Vodka tried to me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a customer so why play me