Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a elephant
Smoking white rhino on
Will I die slain like my by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, it?
My sister say it's necessary on Cleopatra shit,
My said nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the thought is so
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 that child, turn that into a monster
The take 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 usually don't know it's you until you killed
For real.

[Hook:
Lord, have mercy!
On your once forgotten life like a game, We love
I won't be forced to shut up when I don't the same,
Cause gonna lie,
Some people steal
You be careful not to shit where you live.
Them people might try to you killed,
Lord have mercy, is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't never gave a
I did and never will
Live my life on appeal
Keep it true, keep it
said, I keep 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 Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed Donald Goines shit
said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like
If a was to spar, please tell him better kick it
You me?

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

Mike]
I trust the church or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a or them other men
And I believe God has you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can't kill a G, I how I die
I'm only once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm