Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A cold and a hot slug is not love
Them pop up, leave 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 real hard, it wasn't pot
work in the pot, couple niggas was shot up
The glorifying times or the crimes
But the more I see the soft
The more I'm inclined
To let the real niggas know it's all the shine
Let em get it in the sun, get your gun the moon fall
to tell the goons meet the Ghost by the pool 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 by Lou Ross
can I live? Now the crib got two floors
Can't snooze off, nor my shoes off
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll your mood off
niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off
Watch 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 dump for you
Then he went and you for death
they on for you
Maybe you blind
Or maybe you just with gettin' lyin'
'Cause you by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes
Knowing tryin' vibrate
in my size nines win the tri-state
Swim the sharks, you a killa or you live bait
Considered a although I'm only five-eight
Born in the jungle, made it out, I hate
Run with gorillas, my chest like I'm a primate
me a land pirate that knows the pie rate
Get lined without a
Nine at your medulla for a lil' bit of
Found his body up in mexico in the cooler
Right next to a shooter and his best
It ain't chess but they put him in, check
If you know the math on the wrath, he is than
From the south side, better hustle on the end
Pain and the stress gonna kill you if it's in
Ghost

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