Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If only knew!

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

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

Niggas pullin' stunts like Chan
Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the man
I'm on screens and magazines
Pump, but peace 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, about a broken jaw
Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors

When I'm in my room
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the back of my
I hear my call
Keith

Rock, on

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

Now here we go again, soundin' crazy but it's
The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though
We smokes the choc', be afraid of the dark
Mentals get hit brain cells

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

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

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

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

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the back of my
I hear my conscience
Murray

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

Pump the new smash single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammar in a hostile
Texas chainsaw hard to the core
Makin' sure, don't try to battle me no more

You seem to believe, all you need is a rhyme and a
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 further to discuss
And it's scary though when the voice on the radio
Is in your hometown doin' the
With the technique that I'm choosin'

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

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the of my mind
I my conscience call
Keith