Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A cold heart and a hot 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 real hard, it pot luck
'Lotta in the pot, couple niggas was shot up
The glorifying or the horrifying crimes
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 get lost, it's a fool's fault

Take a smart man to get in on the smooth
Singin' you were never by Lou Ross
Thinkin' can I live? Now the got two floors
Can't snooze off, nor my shoes off
'Lotta niggas is rude, shit'll throw your mood off
'Lotta niggas is cruel, 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 dump for you
Then he went and you for death
on hunt for you
Maybe you just
Or maybe you just fine with gettin'
you pussy by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, dilate
weed tryin' vibrate
Thirty-eight in my nines win the tri-state
Swim with the sharks, you a or you live bait
Considered a titan I'm only five-eight
in the jungle, made it out, I survived hate
Run with gorillas, bang my 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 body chopped up in in the cooler
Right next to a and his best friend
It ain't chess but put him in, check then
If you know the math on the wrath, he is less
the south side, better hustle on the west end
Pain and the gonna kill you if it's kept in
Ghost

Mama told me to 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 under her while she moaning
Don't to pray 'til the morning
'Cause you may not it home