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 this was a battle warriors,
not a bunch of Miss
So is what I brought

A heart and a hot slug is not love
Them boys'll pop up, you chopped up
There's a lot of niggas
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a 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 I see the soft shit
The more I'm inclined
To let the real niggas it's 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
'Cause when the rules get lost, it's a fault

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

Right he said he would dump for you
he went 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 that I die, could be found in my mom's eyes
See the pain under her while she moaning
wait to pray 'til the morning
'Cause you may not make it

Yeah, you die if you violate, dilate
Knowing tryin' vibrate
Thirty-eight in my size nines win the
Swim the sharks, you a killa or you live bait
Considered a titan I'm only five-eight
Born in the jungle, it out, I survived hate
Run with gorillas, bang my chest I'm a primate
me a land pirate that knows the pie rate
Get lined a ruler
Nine at your for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his body chopped up in in the cooler
Right to a shooter and his best friend
It ain't chess but they put him in, then
If you the math on the wrath, he is less than
From the south side, better hustle on the end
Pain and the stress kill you if it's kept in
nigga

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