Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black
Smoking white rhino on
Will I die like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and it?
Or she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, it's sacrilege.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to it like Mary did
That's why I'm honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world might take that child, turn that into a monster
The Lord'll 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.

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

2: Killer Mike]
I ain't gave a fuck
I never did and will
Live my life on appeal
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who don't like it,
That's how it is
truth like the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a gun on me
Why? I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some men
You should pay some homage, it's an this
This is not a fiction that is by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, I could get
This is John painting pictures like Dali
is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling like Ricky
If a was to spar, please 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 gonna lie,
Some people steal
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
Them people might try to 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 them 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 once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to chariot come and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all gutter songs
I'm