Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing in the form of a black elephant
white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain my king by a terrorist?
Will my be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or will she O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the thought is so
The Lord a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a or Dalai Lama.
The world might take that child, that child into a monster
The take a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you X for those who saying that He can't
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You usually don't know you until you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like it's a game, We
I won't be forced to up when I don't feel the same,
Cause gonna lie,
Some people steal
You gotta be careful not to shit you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't never gave a
I never did and will
my life on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it
said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't it, homie
That's how it is
Naked truth like the stripper in front of me
And I keep a and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? Cause I'm
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some men
You should pay some homage, it's an this
This is not a fiction that is sold by
This is Soul of Black mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I get
This is John painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion Pac
In a body Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like it's a game, We
I won't be forced to shut up when I don't the same,
Cause gonna lie,
Some gonna steal
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
Them people try to have you killed,
have mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Killer
I don't trust the church or the
Democrat,
or a bishop or them other men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a wrap
And they can't a G, I seen how I die
I'm going once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and take a home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel all these gutter songs
I'm