Luyện nghe bài hát Hood Pope

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

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

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