Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If only knew!

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

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

Niggas stunts like Jackie Chan
Not knowin' that fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm seen on 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 the ground
Huh, how's about a jaw
It's Keith Murray and I'm 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 conscience
Keith

Rock, on

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the of my mind
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 platinum the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammar in a manner
chainsaw cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure, they don't try to 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 with the game of death
I'll smoke your body, ashes in a blunt and no evidence left
Straight ashes, dust to dust

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

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

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