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' wit'cha out
Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come
Lyin' 'bout life, over beats comin' whack

And you say I'm backpack, I don't have a gat
Man I just life, and I'm dealin' with the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm and black
And my momma didn't raise no fool that

I understand that you broke, you tryin' to get
But you don't start gangbangin' in your
Don't know 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin'
You ain't even namin'

But I got a right that'll vacate your Timberlands
Take outside, set it straight like gentlemen
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 these 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 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 holla at a hottie with a, nice body
If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my
I'ma grind behind as we wind to the tempo

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

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 year when nobody heard of me
My boy he got skills that's like musical
Me you know the deal, I'm a lyrical
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 steer you wrong with songs that they thought up
I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin' up

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

Yes, I'm back for the
And I brought an iron fist, just to all your rivals
thought 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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