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 Miss
So warriors is what I

A cold and a hot slug is not love
Them 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 drop
Grindin', I real hard, it wasn't pot luck
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was up
The glorifying times or the horrifying
But the more I see the soft
The that I'm inclined
To let the real niggas it's all about the shine
Let em get it in the sun, get your gun when the moon
Soon to the goons meet the Ghost by the pool hall
'Cause when the rules get lost, a fool's fault

Take a smart man to get in on the 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
Watch your die, no jump for you
They ain't you up
But I bet you got a pump for you

Right here he said he would for you
he went and left you for death
they on for you
Maybe you just
Or maybe you just fine gettin' lyin'
'Cause you by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes
Knowing weed vibrate
Thirty-eight in my size win the tri-state
Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you bait
Considered a although I'm only 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 that knows the pie rate
Get lined without a
Nine at your medulla for a lil' bit of
Found his body chopped up in in the cooler
Right next to a shooter and his friend
It ain't chess but they put him in, then
If you know the math on the wrath, he is than
From the south side, better hustle on the end
Pain and the gonna kill you if it's kept in
nigga

Mama 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, be found in my mom's eyes
See the pain her veil while she moaning
Don't to pray 'til the morning
'Cause you may not it home