Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled (Instrumental)

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You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a elephant
Smoking white rhino on
Will I die slain like my by a terrorist?
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.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby
It a woman's 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 X for those who saying that He can't
Saying that He won't, when I He will!
You usually don't know it's you until you getting
For real.

[Hook:
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life it's a game, We love
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
Cause gonna 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.

[Verse 2: Killer
I ain't never gave a
I did and never will
Live my life on press
it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it
And no matter who don't like it,
That's 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
Something my brethren
The Andre 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, esoteric I get
is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a like Pac
In a body like Biggie, stories like Ricky
If a was to spar, please tell him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life 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 not to shit where you live.
Them people might try to you killed,
Lord mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Killer
I trust the church or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or other men
And I believe God has you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and a nigga home
I'mma this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm