Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter word that you bleep out
Got a question for you rollin' wit'cha heats out
Is this really where you be when Jesus come back?
Lyin' 'bout 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 beautiful and
And my momma didn't raise no fool like

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

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

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

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

In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the
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 I'ma probably
Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice body
If she's into what I'm we should worship at my temple
grind from behind as we wind to the tempo

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

with 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 world last year when heard of me
My boy he got skills that's like musical
Me you know the deal, I'm a emergency
We keepers of the real, just consider us

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

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