Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

Is it, Priest? The Pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a of rag-tags?

Now, now, Bill...
you swore this was a battle warriors,
not a of Miss Nancies
So warriors is I brought

A cold heart and a hot slug is not
Them boys'll pop up, leave you up
There's a lot of niggas
But not us
Got cuffed, why you I'm frontin' in a drop truck
Grindin', I work hard, it wasn't pot luck
'Lotta in the pot, couple niggas was shot up
The glorifying times or the crimes
But the more I see the shit
The more that I'm
To let the real niggas know all about the shine
Let em get it in the sun, get gun when the moon fall
Soon to tell the goons meet the Ghost by the hall
when the rules get lost, it's a fool's fault

Take a smart man to get in on the course
Singin' you were never by Lou Ross
Thinkin' can I live? Now the got two floors
Can't snooze off, nor my shoes off
'Lotta is rude, that shit'll throw your mood off
'Lotta is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off
your ride die, no jump for you
They pump you up
But I bet you they got a for you

Right he said he would dump for you
Then he and left you for death
they on for you
you just blind
Or maybe you just fine with lyin'
'Cause you by design, what!

Mama told me to pray in the
I'm stuck in the place tonight
God forbid we don't it to the mornin'
In the rain that I die, could be found in my mom's
See the pain under her veil she moaning
Don't to pray 'til the morning
'Cause you may not it home

Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes
Knowing weed tryin'
in my size nines win the tri-state
Swim the sharks, you a killa or you live bait
Considered a titan although I'm five-eight
in the jungle, made it out, I survived hate
Run with gorillas, bang my like I'm a primate
Consider me a land that knows the pie rate
Get lined a ruler
at your medulla for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his body chopped up in mexico in the
Right next to a shooter and his best
It ain't chess but they put him in, then
If you know the math on the wrath, he is less
From the south side, hustle on the west end
Pain and the stress kill you if it's kept in
Ghost

Mama me to pray in the morning
I'm stuck in the place tonight
God forbid we don't make it to the
In the rain that I die, could be in my mom's eyes
See the pain her veil while she moaning
Don't wait to 'til the morning
'Cause you may not make it