Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If heads knew!

I make music of murder and mayhem for all of
And murder for sweet chariots
My second like a unstoppable bullet
With wings my ears, ring name when you speak of me in vein

Enter the like a big bread winner
So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for
I with high potent deadly quotin'
Avenue corrodin' life shit to get you open

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

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

When I'm in my room
I stare at the wall
And in the back of my
I hear my call
Murray

Rock, on

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

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

Pappers swear, they got the jam on the shelf
But they don't believe that they own goddamn self
Last year, I was but I stay dedicated
I'm so dedicated, I close my eyes, I'm

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

But the truth hurts and it kills you to
Like the sound of point tip bullets whistlin'
Every little breath you
Every little gesture you
Every little you fake

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

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the of my mind
I hear my call
Murray

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

Pump the new smash platinum single the thug spangled banner
grammar in a hostile manner
Texas cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure, they try to battle me no more

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

I got you in my clutch, there's nothing more to discuss
And it's scary though when the eeriest on the radio
Is in hometown doin' the show
With the technique that I'm usin'

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

When I'm alone in my
I stare at the wall
And in the back of my
I hear my conscience
Murray