Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A cold heart and a hot is not love
Them boys'll pop up, leave you up
There's a lot of pussy
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop
Grindin', I work real hard, it wasn't pot
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was up
The glorifying or the horrifying crimes
But the I see the soft shit
The that I'm inclined
To let the real niggas know it's all 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
'Cause when the rules get lost, it's a fool's

Take a man to get in on the smooth course
you were never found by Lou Ross
Thinkin' can I live? Now the crib got two
Can't off, nor take my shoes off
niggas is rude, that shit'll throw your mood off
'Lotta is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off
Watch your ride die, no for you
ain't pump you up
But I bet you got a pump for you

here he said he would dump for you
Then he went and left you for
on hunt for you
Maybe you just
Or maybe you just fine gettin' lyin'
you pussy by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes
Knowing tryin' vibrate
Thirty-eight in my size win the tri-state
with the sharks, you a killa or you live bait
Considered a titan although I'm five-eight
Born in the jungle, it out, I survived hate
Run gorillas, bang my chest like I'm a primate
Consider me a land pirate knows the pie rate
Get lined without a
Nine at your for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his chopped up in mexico in the cooler
Right next to a shooter and his friend
It ain't chess but put him in, check then
If you know the on the wrath, he is less than
From the south side, better on the west end
Pain and the gonna kill you if it's kept in
Ghost

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