Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

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

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

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

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

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 cats down, holla

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

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

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

If she break it down slow, then it feel mo'
That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who know
All I do is have fun and life to the fans
And I need a gun 'cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon

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

We shocked the world last year when heard of me
My boy he got that's like musical surgery
Me you know the deal, I'm a emergency
We keepers of the real, just us security

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

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

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