Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If heads knew!

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

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

Niggas pullin' stunts Jackie Chan
Not that they fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm seen on and magazines
Pump, but peace to Queens
(Don't sleep)

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

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

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 strainers
We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the
get hit brain cells spark

Pappers swear, got the dopest jam on the shelf
But they don't that shit they own goddamn self
Last year, I was underrated but I stay
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 on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt

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

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

When I'm alone in my
I stare at the wall
And in the of my mind
I hear my conscience
Keith

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

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

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' with the of death
I'll smoke body, ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
ashes ashes, dust to dust

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

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

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