Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking rhino on terraces
Will I die like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my and cherish it?
Or she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, that sacrilege.
Tend to because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Lama.
The world might take that child, turn that child a monster
The Lord'll take a and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who that He can't
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You usually don't know it's you you getting 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 when I don't the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people steal
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
people might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't never gave a
I never did and will
Live my on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I it trill
And no who don't like it, homie
just how it is
Naked like the stripper that's in front of me
And I a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? Cause I'm
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and other men
You should pay some homage, it's an this
This is not a fiction that is by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed Donald Goines shit
said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like
This is Basquiat with a passion Pac
In a like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him kick it
You me?

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

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