Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a elephant
white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's 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 a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The might 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 saying that He
that He won't, when I know He will!
You don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

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

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't gave a fuck
I never did and will
Live my on press appeal
it true, keep it real
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who don't like it,
just how it is
Naked truth like the stripper that's in of me
And I keep a and a 5-11 gun on me
Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction that is by conglomerates
This is of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John painting pictures 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 life it's a game, We love
I won't be forced to up when I don't feel the same,
Cause gonna lie,
people gonna steal
You be careful not to shit where you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
Lord mercy, life 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 pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher
And they kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and a nigga home
I'mma this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm