Luyện nghe bài hát Murray's Law

And I'm the four-letter word that you bleep out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' heats out
Is this really where you wanna be Jesus come back?
Lyin' 'bout your life, over beats comin'

And you say I'm backpack, 'cause I 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 didn't raise no fool like that

I understand 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 vacate your Timberlands
Take this outside, set it straight gentlemen
I do feel the music so I kinda it
But don't confuse ill lyrics real street credit, c'mon

Wat'chu 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 wallet in my and my money in my sock
'Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the
Like it be on TV when dummies try to rock
With secondhand flows like 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 'cause I don't drink Bacardis

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

If she break it down slow, then it feel mo'
That's a Mayfield line for all of who don't know
All I do is have fun and life to the fans
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, the stats
Murs man, yo get at these though
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 emergency
We keepers of the real, just us security

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

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

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