Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

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

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

Right here he said he dump for you
Then he went and you for death
on hunt for you
Maybe you blind
Or you just fine with gettin' lyin'
'Cause you by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, dilate
Knowing weed tryin'
Thirty-eight in my size nines win the
Swim with the sharks, you a or you live bait
Considered a titan although I'm only
Born in the jungle, made it out, I hate
Run with gorillas, bang my like I'm a primate
Consider me a land pirate that the pie rate
Get lined without a
at your medulla for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his chopped up in mexico in the cooler
Right next to a shooter and his best
It chess but they put him in, check then
If you know the math on the wrath, he is less
From the side, better hustle on the west end
and the stress gonna kill you if it's kept in
Ghost

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