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 like my king by a
my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, it?
My sister say it's necessary on Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the thought is so
The Lord give a load, you got to it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these mommas
It takes a womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world might take that child, turn 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, when I He will!
You usually don't know it's you until you killed
For real.

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

2: Killer Mike]
I ain't never a fuck
I never did and never
my life on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it
said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't like it,
just how it is
Naked truth the stripper that's in front of me
And I a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
like my brethren
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an honor
This is not a fiction that is by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines
Better said, Robert Beck, I could get
This is Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, tell him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, 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,
Cause people lie,
people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit you live.
Them people try to have you killed,
have mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Killer
I don't the church or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or other men
And I believe God has sustained you 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 going once, a coward dies a thousand
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
I'mma this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm