Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A cold heart and a hot is not love
boys'll pop up, leave you chopped up
There's a lot of pussy
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop
Grindin', I real hard, it wasn't pot luck
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was up
The times or the horrifying crimes
But the I see the soft shit
The that I'm inclined
To let the real niggas know all about 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 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
can I live? Now the crib got two floors
Can't snooze off, nor take my off
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll throw mood off
niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off
Watch your die, no jump for you
They pump 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 fine with gettin' lyin'
'Cause you by design, what!

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 she moaning
Don't wait to pray 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 with the sharks, you a killa or you live
Considered a titan although I'm five-eight
Born in the jungle, made it out, I survived
Run with gorillas, bang my chest I'm a primate
Consider me a land that knows the pie rate
Get without a ruler
at your medulla for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his 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 math on the wrath, he is than
From the south side, better hustle on the end
and the stress gonna kill you if it's kept in
Ghost

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