Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing in the form of a black elephant
white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a
Will my woman be Coretta, take my and cherish it?
Or will she O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the thought is so
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby
It takes a woman's womb to make a 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 that He
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

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

2: Killer Mike]
I never gave a fuck
I did and never will
Live my life on press
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I it trill
And no who don't like it, homie
That's 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? I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something my brethren
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an this
is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, I could get
This is John painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better it
You me?

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,
people gonna lie,
Some people gonna
You gotta be careful not to where you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, life is a battlefield,
For real.

[Killer
I don't trust the church or the
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or 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 dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and a nigga home
I'mma spit ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm