Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a elephant
Smoking white on terraces
I die slain like my king 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 because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to it like Mary did
why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Lama.
The world take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who that He can't
that He won't, when I know He will!
You usually don't know it's you you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten like it's 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 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 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 like it,
just how it is
Naked truth the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? Cause I'm
Actually, I'm
like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and 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 shit
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, telling stories Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please him better kick it
You me?

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 people lie,
people 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 don't trust the or the government
Democrat,
or a bishop or them other men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm going once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter
I'm