Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter word that you bleep out
Got a for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out
Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus back?
'bout your life, over beats comin' whack

And you say I'm backpack, 'cause I don't a gat
Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' with the
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black
And my momma didn't raise no fool that

I understand that you broke, you to get money
But you don't start gangbangin' in mid-20's
Don't nothin' 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin'
You even worth namin'

But I got a right that'll vacate your Timberlands
Take this outside, set it straight like
I do feel the music so I respect it
But don't confuse ill lyrics with street credit, c'mon

gon' do man, ha?
Get out
I'm real official like a referee with a boy
Get it man
My man Murs, yo shut cats down, holla

I got my wallet in my pocket and my in my sock
'Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the
it be on TV when these dummies try to rock
With secondhand flows like they runnin' on a clock

In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the
The Tecs, the 9's, the Killers, the
Look, now can we
And I want a Shirley 'cause I don't drink Bacardis

But in a minute I'ma
Try to holla at a with a, nice shaped body
If she's into I'm into we should worship at my temple
I'ma grind from behind as we wind to the

If she break it slow, then it feel like mo'
That's a line for all of y'all who don't know
All I do is have fun and bring to the fans
And I don't a gun 'cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon

with my hands dawg, never seen the floor man
Ask somebody, the stats
Murs man, yo get at these though
Let 'em know good baby, woo

We shocked the world last when nobody heard of me
My boy he got skills that's like musical
Me you know the deal, I'm a emergency
We keepers of the real, just consider us

Of the world, 9th, somethin' top flight
As long as we in control alright
While the rest will steer you wrong them songs that they thought up
I wrestle with words but I'm never gettin' caught up

In the and the BS
up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh
Rhymes runnin' my mind all day, I press eject
I gotta lay 'em down on these beats 'cause they need

Yes, I'm back for the
And I an iron fist, just to smack all your rivals
Woulda I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals
Man I swear I'm the truth, my hand on the Bible
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