Luyện nghe bài hát Hood Pope

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

1]
And we sick, cause we
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk
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
teeth when I'm smirking
Bunch of little kids 'round need nuturing
Lord know that I ain't really
All of these clowns run around this
Lord what is my purpose
Besides these Persians
Popping these and popping these models
tell me where is the Sherman
And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my
Demons chasing me, cause want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the
Cause I'm in some beef, and they my dome

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

2]
And I you, told you time again
That ain't you find your friends
You about you riding with them
And fighting with them, those ain't your
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 little child, he was a good kid for a
He the streets 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