Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white on terraces
Will I die slain my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my and cherish it?
Or will she O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's 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 carry it Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these mommas
It takes a woman's womb to a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world might take that child, turn that child a monster
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, I know He will!
You usually don't know it's you you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On once forgotten life like it's a game, We love
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people steal
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.

2: Killer Mike]
I ain't gave a fuck
I never did and never
Live my on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I keep it
And no matter who 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 other men
You pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like
This is with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him 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 gonna lie,
Some people steal
You gotta be careful not to shit you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
Lord 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 believe God has you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher
And can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a coward dies a times
And to chariot come and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm