Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the word that you don't bleep out
Got a for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out
Is this really where you be when Jesus come back?
Lyin' 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 that

I that you broke, you tryin' to get money
But you start 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 hook that'll vacate Timberlands
Take outside, set it straight like gentlemen
I do feel the music so I kinda it
But don't confuse ill 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 these 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 when these dummies try to
With they secondhand like they runnin' on a clock

In a one minute cycle, I'm with the rifles
The Tecs, the 9's, the Killers, the
Look, now can we
And I want a Shirley 'cause 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 into we worship at my temple
I'ma from behind as we wind to the tempo

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 have fun and bring life to the
And I don't need a gun 'cause I'm with my hands, c'mon

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

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

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

Yes, I'm for the title
And I brought an iron fist, to smack all your rivals
Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my
Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my hand on the
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