Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A cold and a hot slug is not love
Them pop up, leave you chopped up
There's a lot of pussy
But not us
Got cuffed, why you I'm frontin' in a drop truck
Grindin', I real hard, it wasn't pot luck
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was up
The glorifying times or the horrifying
But the more I see the soft
The more that I'm
To let the niggas know it's all about the shine
Let em get it in the sun, get gun when the moon fall
to tell 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 course
Singin' you were never by Lou Ross
Thinkin' can I live? Now the crib got two
Can't off, nor take my shoes off
'Lotta niggas is rude, that throw your mood off
niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off
Watch your die, no jump for you
They ain't you up
But I bet you they got a for you

here he said he would dump for you
Then he and left you for death
on hunt 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 here 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 her veil while she moaning
Don't to pray 'til the morning
you may not make it home

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

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