Luyện nghe bài hát Package Store

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Just the other day I was out at the store
Saw a preacher hella creepin', to bang on a ho
That same used 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 pussy, he don't lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cuz I'm surrounded by
Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one
I know what he but maybe 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 could I judge when in this world we both n*ggas
And we some killers, and we both some thieves
Only God can us all what he spoke to me
What he to be was a better man in due time
But he short tryna sip on the wine

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

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

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Gripping Grain, flying like Thunderbirds
Easy, Jesus, watch your Crown while I and swerve
bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol
Could remove the kind of headache a fight'll cause in the streets
Don Julio my
Cuervo, texting hoes, Morgan with my feet
Standing 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 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 into my head, seeing lately
Tasting cream daily, I don't Bailey
Vodka to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a customer so why play me