Luyện nghe bài hát Hood Pope

Let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka along
It's the Hood Pope, chain low, red rubies and the gold
Young Trap Lord, feel 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 fifth when they murk them
Then off in Excursion
All cause a be lurking
Big money we earning
A bunch of need churching
I'm the Pope, these my children
And be their Donny McClurkin
Gold when I'm smirking
Bunch of little running 'round need nuturing
Lord know that I ain't really
All of these clowns run around this
please what is my purpose
Besides fucking Persians
Popping bottles and popping these models
Please tell me is the Sherman
And I'm my weed, put me in my zone
Demons chasing me, cause want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I with the chrome
Cause I'm in some beef, and they my dome

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

2]
And I told you, told you time
ain't you gon' find your friends
You about you riding with them
And fighting with them, those ain't friends
You dying, on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him!"
Gotta be trying, but he said "I he won't, ever again"
God, he was a child, he was a good 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 wake him so he
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he talk ever again