Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mourning

Is this it, Priest? The new army?
A few crusty bitches and a of rag-tags?

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

A heart and a hot slug is not love
boys'll pop up, leave you chopped up
There's a lot of niggas
But not us
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop
Grindin', I work hard, it wasn't pot luck
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was up
The glorifying times or the crimes
But the more I see the 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 the Ghost by the pool hall
'Cause when the rules get lost, it's a fool's

Take a man to get in on the smooth course
you were never found by Lou Ross
Thinkin' can I live? Now the got two floors
Can't off, nor take my shoes off
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll throw your 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 said he dump for you
he went and left you for death
they on for you
Maybe you blind
Or maybe you just fine gettin' lyin'
'Cause you by design, what!

Mama me to pray in the morning
I'm here in the place tonight
God forbid we make it to the mornin'
In the rain that I die, could be in my mom's 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
Thirty-eight in my size win the tri-state
Swim the sharks, you a killa or you live bait
Considered a titan although I'm only
in the jungle, made it out, I survived hate
Run with gorillas, bang my like I'm a primate
Consider me a land pirate knows the pie rate
Get lined without a
Nine at your for a lil' bit of moolah
Found his body up in mexico in the cooler
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 south side, better hustle on the end
Pain and the stress gonna kill you if kept in
Ghost

told 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, 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 it home