Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

Is this it, The Pope's 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 warriors is I brought

A cold and a hot slug is not love
Them boys'll pop up, leave you up
a lot of pussy niggas
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a truck
Grindin', I real hard, it wasn't pot luck
'Lotta work in the pot, niggas was shot up
The glorifying or the horrifying crimes
But the I see the soft shit
The more that I'm
To let the real niggas know it's all the shine
Let em get it in the sun, get your gun when the fall
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 crib got two
Can't off, nor take my shoes off
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll throw mood off
'Lotta niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your off
your ride die, no jump for you
They pump you up
But I bet you got a pump for you

Right here he he would dump for you
Then he went and left you for
they on for you
Maybe you just
Or maybe you just fine with gettin'
you pussy by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes
Knowing weed vibrate
Thirty-eight in my size nines win the
Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you live
Considered a titan although I'm only
Born in the jungle, it out, I survived hate
Run with gorillas, bang my chest I'm a primate
Consider me a land that 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
From the side, better hustle on the west end
and the stress gonna kill you if it's kept in
Ghost

Mama me to pray in the morning
I'm here in the place tonight
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 make it