Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If heads knew!

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

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

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

I hollar, 'Allah U Akbar', my peeps hold me
In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the
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 at the wall
And in the back of my
I hear my call
Murray

Rock, on

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

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

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

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

But the truth hurts and it you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip whistlin'
Every breath you take
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 in my room
Sometimes I stare at the
And in the back of my
I my conscience call
Murray

When I'm 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 star spangled banner
Illustratin' in a hostile 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 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 no evidence left
Straight ashes ashes, to dust

I got you in my clutch, there's further more to discuss
And it's though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your hometown doin' the
the technique that I'm usin' choosin'

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

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