Luyện nghe bài hát Hood Pope

Let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing
It's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the
Young Trap Lord, your pain, I be down for my people
Drinking juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold

1]
And we sick, cause we
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk
Then murk off in
All a nigga be lurking
Big shit we earning
A bunch of hooligans need
I'm the Hood Pope, these my
And I'll be their McClurkin
Gold teeth I'm smirking
of little kids running 'round need nuturing
Lord know that I ain't really
All of clowns run around this circus
please what is my purpose
Besides fucking Persians
Popping these bottles and these models
Please tell me is the Sherman
And I'm my weed, put me in my zone
Demons me, cause they want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I sleep the chrome
Cause I'm in some beef, and they my dome

God say "Son, you don't go down"
Now you in that trap when you hear that gun sound

2]
And I told you, told you again
That you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding with
And fighting with them, those ain't your
You dying, lying on cement, be crying "Don't take him!"
Gotta be trying, but he "I promise he won't, ever again"
God, he was a child, he was a good kid for a while
He found the and then it got wild, God, I promise, never again
God, he is my only child, please don't wake him so he
But all she is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again