Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are elegance in the form of a black elephant
white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, it?
My sister say it's necessary on some shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, that sacrilege.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a or Dalai Lama.
The world might take child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll a monster 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 usually don't it's you until you getting killed
For real.

[Hook:
Lord, have mercy!
On your forgotten life like it's a game, We love
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
people gonna lie,
Some gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to 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 did and never will
Live my life on press
Keep it true, keep it
said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't it, homie
just how it is
Naked truth like the that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a gun on me
Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something my brethren
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction that is sold by
This is Soul of Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like
This is Basquiat with a passion Pac
In a like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please 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 when I don't the same,
people gonna lie,
Some people gonna
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
Them people try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, life is a battlefield,
For real.

Mike]
I don't trust the or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or them men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher
And they can't kill a G, I 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 gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm