Luyện nghe bài hát Hood Pope

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

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And we sick, we hurting
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk
murk off in Excursion
All a nigga be lurking
Big shit we earning
A bunch of need churching
I'm the Hood Pope, these my
And I'll be Donny McClurkin
teeth when I'm smirking
Bunch of little kids running 'round need
know that I ain't really perfect
All of these clowns run around this
Lord what is my purpose
Besides fucking Persians
these bottles and popping these models
Please me where is the Sherman
And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my
Demons chasing me, they want my dome
And I the heat, and I sleep with the chrome
Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my

God say "Son, you wanna go down"
Now you praying in trap when you hear that gun sound

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And I you, told you time again
ain't you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding with
And with them, those ain't your friends
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 little child, he was a kid for a while
He found the streets and then it got wild, God, I promise, never
God, he is my only child, please don't him so he smiles
But all she is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again