Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

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

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

A heart and a hot slug is not love
Them pop up, leave you chopped up
a lot of pussy niggas
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop
Grindin', I work hard, it wasn't pot luck
work in the pot, couple niggas was shot up
The glorifying times or the horrifying
But the more I see the soft
The more I'm inclined
To let the niggas know it's all about the shine
Let em get it in the sun, get gun when the moon fall
Soon to the goons meet the Ghost by the pool hall
'Cause the rules get lost, it's a fool's fault

Take a smart man to get in on the course
Singin' you were never found by Lou
can I live? Now the crib got two floors
Can't off, nor take my shoes off
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll your mood off
'Lotta niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your off
Watch your die, no jump for you
They pump 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'
'Cause you by design, what!

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

Yeah, you die if you violate, dilate
Knowing weed vibrate
in my size nines win the tri-state
Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you bait
Considered a titan I'm only five-eight
Born in the jungle, made it out, I hate
Run with gorillas, bang my chest like I'm a
Consider me a land pirate that knows the pie
Get lined a ruler
Nine at your medulla for a lil' bit of
his body chopped up in mexico in the cooler
Right next to a and his best friend
It ain't chess but they put him in, then
If you know the math on the wrath, he is than
the south side, better hustle on the west end
Pain and the 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 that I die, could be found in my mom's eyes
See the pain under her veil she moaning
wait to pray 'til the morning
'Cause you may not make it