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' heats out
Is this really where you wanna be Jesus come back?
'bout your 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 with the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black
And my momma didn't raise no fool like

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

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

gon' 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 in my pocket and my money in my sock
that's how it be when it's 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 drink Bacardis

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

If she it down slow, then it feel like mo'
That's a line for all of y'all who don't know
All I do is have fun and bring life to the
And I don't need a gun 'cause I'm nice with my hands,

Nice with my hands dawg, seen 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 year when nobody of me
My boy he got skills that's musical surgery
Me you the deal, I'm a lyrical emergency
We keepers of the real, just us security

Of the world, 9th, like top flight
As long as we in control everything's
While the rest will steer you wrong with songs that they thought up
I with these words 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 'cause they need wreck

Yes, I'm back for the
And I an iron 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, my hand on the Bible
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