Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Bars

(Chorus: and Murs)
I hot bars, I spit on cop cars
I spit game to the chicks that to rock stars
I got the goods from to Hollywood
So you don't like us?
Your probably would...

Havin a day on the freeways of Los A
In Murs' El Dora' listenin to
Well hold up, and let me smile for a
While I look the sky for a limit
Come and get it, ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off
And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes

Take a through the mind of a one of a kind
Self-made that's enjoying his time
On land, on air, on and on sea
Let it all be, good times on me
It's California, fool, flyest in the world
And we can up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl

and it goes Puff Pass
So you can my ass
Oh you know?
You must missed the class

It's sunshine, one-time, with punchlines
Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the

and tell em all to make some
For the fuckers in the
And the soldiers in the
And the wenches on the guest
Call Heaven, tell "Got a situation
Murs and Se7en came to
And left with all the bacon..."

(Chorus 2X)

We be the dudes putting treasure over beats
Every measure be complete to sure it's buried deep
Locked in your to provide a safe keep
So even if you what another rapper sayin
He can't break the seal so our keeps playin
Living Legends, so I know yall been waitin
So I open up the gate and, made his way in
And we pimp this production as a for the patients

JustJump back, kiss
And thank your God for your breath and health
Life is and all days, surprise
Keep your nose clean, open ears and your eyes

Call me Mr. President for short, a to the sport
Incredible in court, an source
An force, the strength of her force
And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all

Here, vision is blurry, in a hurry
No worries, you can call me Chicken Curry
Keep the spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey
And watch the run in circles to analyze me
we go, Mr. Quiet Storm
Break down, take apart your heart and the form
Tried to warn 'em, nobody
So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the needed

(Chorus 2X)

But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and
You're kind of young, you settle down, tiger
a little time to, reweave the fiber
Reach for and let me borrow your lighter

Yeah, I freestyled him-- and him too
But they still haven't through what I been through
Excuse me, we've been through
me and you, see I'm just like you
Except I the mic and you work at a dot com
Or you're a critic
Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't
Cause I'm still Murs and still bitter and
This is my verse and I'm to my listeners

So if you're in Seattle
in Pittsburgh
Lost it in
Ann firestarted
Fuck me,
You got me,
And the wore jeans in New Orleans
From Los - to Minneapolis -
We want to thank all of for havin us
Make it pleasure, it sting
the way you swing
From the A to the
I never change a thing

R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob
Unity and "Fly ID"
Wouldn't be without them
So the love free
I wouldn't be here them
So the love flows