Luyện nghe bài hát Hood Pope

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

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

God say "Son, you wanna 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 gon' find friends
You talking you riding with them
And with them, those ain't your friends
You dying, lying on cement, momma be "Don't take him!"
be trying, but he said "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 wake him so he smiles
But all she is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again