Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter that you don't bleep out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha out
Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come
Lyin' 'bout your life, beats comin' whack

And you say I'm backpack, I don't have a gat
Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' with the
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 know nothin' 'bout the beef, or the that you claimin'
You ain't even worth

But I got a right hook vacate your Timberlands
this outside, set it straight like gentlemen
I do feel the music so I kinda it
But don't ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon

Wat'chu do man, ha?
Get out
I'm real like a referee with 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 that's how it be when it's funny on the
Like it be on TV when these dummies try to
With secondhand flows like they 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 a Shirley Temple 'cause I don't drink Bacardis

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

If she break it down slow, then it like mo'
That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't
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

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

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

Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top
As long as we in control everything's
While the rest will steer you wrong 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 know I be fresh
Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I press
I lay 'em down on these beats 'cause they need wreck

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