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?
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 with the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black
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 mid-20's
Don't know nothin' 'bout the beef, or the that you claimin'
You ain't even namin'

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

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

I got my wallet in my pocket and my in my sock
'Cause that's how it be when it's on the block
Like it be on TV when these try to rock
With they flows like 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 I'ma
Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice body
If she's into what I'm into we worship at my temple
I'ma grind behind as we wind to the tempo

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

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

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

Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top
As long as we in everything's alright
While the rest will steer you with them songs that they thought up
I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin' 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 these beats 'cause they wreck

Yes, I'm back for the
And I brought an iron fist, just to smack all your
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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