Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter word you don't bleep out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' heats out
Is this really where you wanna be when come back?
Lyin' 'bout life, over beats comin' whack

And you say I'm backpack, 'cause I don't a gat
Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful and
And my didn't raise no fool like that

I that you broke, you tryin' to get money
But you don't gangbangin' in your mid-20's
Don't know nothin' 'bout the beef, or the gang 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 feel the music so I respect it
But don't confuse ill lyrics real street credit, c'mon

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

I got my in my pocket and my money in my sock
'Cause that's how it be when funny on the block
Like it be on TV when these dummies try to
With they secondhand flows like they 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 should worship at my
I'ma grind from behind as we wind to the

If she it down slow, then it feel 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 need a gun 'cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon

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

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

Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top
As as we in control 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 know I be fresh
Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I press
I gotta lay 'em down on these beats they need wreck

Yes, I'm for the title
And I an iron fist, just to smack 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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