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 wit'cha heats out
Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus back?
Lyin' 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 dealin' the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black
And my momma didn't raise no like that

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

But I got a right hook that'll vacate your
Take this outside, set it like gentlemen
I do feel the so I kinda respect it
But confuse ill lyrics with 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 wallet in my pocket and my in my sock
'Cause how it be when it's funny on the block
Like it be on TV these dummies 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 I don't drink Bacardis

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

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

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

We shocked the last 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 of the real, just consider us security

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

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

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