Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black
Smoking white on terraces
Will I die like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, my name and cherish it?
Or will she O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's necessary on some shit,
My said nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
Tend to because the thought is so disparaging
The give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving 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 take a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying He can't
Saying that He won't, I know He will!
You usually don't know it's you until you killed
For real.

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

[Verse 2: Killer
I never gave a fuck
I did and never will
my life on press appeal
Keep it true, it real
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who don't it, homie
That's how it is
Naked truth 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
Something like my
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an this
This is not a fiction 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 pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a like Pac
In a body Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, tell him better kick it
You me?

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 gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit you live.
people 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 God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a wrap
And they kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a dies a thousand times
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto over all these gutter songs
I'm