Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If only knew!

I music of murder and mayhem for all of them
And murder ballads for sweet
My second return a unstoppable bullet
With wings my ears, ring your name when you speak of me in

Enter the center a big bread winner
So L.O.D. can eat ass up for dinner
I come with high potent quotin'
Avenue corrodin' street life shit to get you

Niggas pullin' stunts like Chan
Not knowin' that fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm on screens and magazines
Pump, pump but to Queens
(Don't sleep)

I hollar, U Akbar', my peeps hold me down
In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever the ground
Huh, how's about a jaw
It's Keith Murray and I'm in with the raw metaphors

When I'm alone in my
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the of my mind
I hear my call
Keith

Rock, on

Original rules, rules, original rules
rules, original rules, original rules

Now here we go again, soundin' crazy but it's
The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though
We the choc', don't be afraid of the dark
get hit brain cells spark

Pappers swear, got the dopest jam on the shelf
But they don't believe that shit they own self
year, I was underrated but I stay dedicated
I'm so dedicated, I my eyes, I'm incarcerated

was amazed at the shit you was kickin'
But all you did was the chicken
I'm taking over like the psychic
I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do

But the hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow tip bullets whistlin'
little breath you take
Every little you make
Every little you fake

I be the mic gladiator
Pop shit on records, I'll cut fingers off later

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the of my mind
I my conscience call
Murray

When I'm in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the of my mind
I hear my conscience
Murray

Pump the new platinum single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammar in a manner
Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the
sure, they don't try to battle me no more

You to believe, all you need is a rhyme and a dream
To the all time great microphone supreme
But wake up 'cuz you playin' the game of death
I'll your body, ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
ashes ashes, dust to dust

I got you in my clutch, there's nothing further to discuss
And scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your hometown the show
With the technique I'm usin' choosin'

Got more flow D'Angelo crusin'
With poisonous
Oh my God, I get in 'em
Turn 'em out give 'em something good to about

When I'm in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the back of my
I hear my conscience
Keith