Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black
Smoking white on terraces
I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, it?
My say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
Tend to because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it Mary did
why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who 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 life it's a game, We love
I won't be forced to shut up I don't feel the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people steal
You gotta be careful not to where you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
have mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

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

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

[Killer
I trust the church or the government
Democrat,
or a bishop or them other men
And I believe God has you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a coward dies a times
And to that chariot come and a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all gutter songs
I'm