Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

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

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

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

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

[Killer
I trust the church or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or them men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand
And to chariot come and take a nigga home
I'mma spit ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm