Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter that you don't bleep out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' heats out
Is this really where you wanna be 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 dealin' the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful and
And my momma didn't raise no fool like

I understand that you broke, you tryin' to get
But you start gangbangin' in your mid-20's
know nothin' '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 gentlemen
I do feel the so I kinda respect it
But don't confuse ill with real street credit, c'mon

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

I got my in my pocket and my money in my sock
'Cause that's how it be when it's on the block
Like it be on TV when dummies try to rock
they secondhand flows like they runnin' 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 Shirley Temple I don't drink Bacardis

But in a minute I'ma
Try to at a hottie with a, nice shaped body
If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my
grind from behind as we wind to the tempo

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 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
Murs man, yo get at these fools
Let 'em know good baby, woo

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

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

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

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