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 really where you wanna be when Jesus come back?
'bout your life, over beats comin' 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 that

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

But I got a hook that'll vacate your Timberlands
Take this outside, set it straight like
I do the music so I kinda respect it
But confuse ill lyrics with real 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 cats down, holla

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

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 '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 from behind as we wind to the tempo

If she break it down slow, it feel like mo'
That's a line for all of y'all who don't 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 my hands dawg, never seen the floor man
Ask somebody, the stats
man, yo get at these fools though
Let 'em know good baby, woo

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

Of the world, 9th, like top flight
As as we in control everything's alright
While the rest will you wrong with them songs that they thought up
I wrestle with these words but I'm gettin' caught up

In the and the BS
Jumped up out the underground, you know I gotta be
Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I eject
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 all your rivals
Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran my rivals
Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my on the Bible
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