Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter word that you don't out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha out
Is this really 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 just love life, and I'm with the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black
And my momma didn't no fool like that

I understand you broke, you tryin' 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 worth namin'

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

gon' do man, ha?
Get out
I'm real official like a referee with a 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 funny on the block
it be on TV when these dummies try to rock
With they secondhand flows like they 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 Temple 'cause I don't drink Bacardis

But in a minute probably
Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice shaped
If into 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, it feel like mo'
That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't
All I do is have fun and life to the fans
And I don't a gun 'cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon

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

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

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

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

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