Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

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

Take a man to get in on the smooth course
Singin' you were never found by Lou
Thinkin' can I Now the crib got two floors
Can't snooze off, nor take my off
niggas 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 ain't you up
But I bet you got a pump for you

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

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes
Knowing weed vibrate
in my size nines win the tri-state
Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you bait
Considered a titan although I'm five-eight
Born in the jungle, made it out, I survived
Run with gorillas, bang my chest like I'm a
Consider me a land that knows the pie rate
Get lined without a
Nine at medulla for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his body up in mexico in the cooler
next to a shooter and his best friend
It chess but they put him in, check then
If you know the on the wrath, he is less than
From the south side, hustle on the west end
Pain and the stress gonna kill you if kept in
nigga

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