Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

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

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

I understand that you broke, you to get money
But you don't start gangbangin' in your
Don't nothin' 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin'
You ain't worth namin'

But I got a right hook that'll vacate Timberlands
Take this outside, set it straight like
I do feel the so I kinda respect it
But confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon

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

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

In a one minute cycle, I'm done the rifles
The Tecs, the 9's, the Killers, the
Look, now can we
And I want a Shirley Temple 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
grind from behind as we wind to the tempo

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

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

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

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

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

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