Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter word that you don't out
Got a for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out
Is this really you wanna be when Jesus come back?
Lyin' your life, over beats comin' whack

And you say I'm backpack, 'cause I have 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 raise no fool like that

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

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

Wat'chu do man, ha?
Get out
I'm real official like a with a whistle boy
Get it man
My man Murs, yo shut these down, holla

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

In a one minute cycle, I'm with the rifles
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 probably
Try to holla at a with a, nice shaped body
If she's into what I'm we should worship at my temple
I'ma grind behind as we wind to the tempo

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

Nice with my hands dawg, seen the floor man
Ask somebody, the stats
Murs man, yo get at these fools
Let 'em know good baby, woo

We shocked the world last year nobody heard of me
My boy he got skills that's like surgery
Me you know the deal, I'm a lyrical
We of the real, just consider us security

Of the world, 9th, somethin' top flight
As long as we in everything's alright
the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up
I wrestle with these 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 beats 'cause they need wreck

Yes, I'm for the title
And I brought an 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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