Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A cold and a hot slug is not love
Them boys'll pop up, leave you up
There's a lot of niggas
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop
Grindin', I work real hard, it pot luck
'Lotta work in the pot, niggas was shot up
The glorifying times or the 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 the moon fall
Soon to tell the goons meet the Ghost by the hall
'Cause when the rules get lost, a fool's fault

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

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

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, dilate
weed tryin' vibrate
Thirty-eight in my size nines win the
Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you bait
Considered a titan although I'm only
Born in the jungle, made it out, I hate
Run gorillas, bang my chest like I'm a primate
Consider me a land pirate that knows the pie
Get lined a ruler
Nine at your medulla for a bit of moolah
his body chopped up in mexico in the cooler
Right 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 it's in
nigga

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