Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a if you traumed up
Don up, niggas from where
Want what one slip and get ya balmed up
I got every arm and my niggas

And come to ya gut B!
Guess ya done luck
Fucked wit the one
Gun harm one

Two fuck won do
Bastards know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask,
Get ya ass twist, it's the El Nino

Get ya brain
And I don't like pussy well
To hang wit it, you wit it
Same shit, it can't wit the lame witch

Soon as the spitted
If you came, you get it
Plain as the
Wit the pens on cosine

And the whole
Leave you where I yo ass
wit no sign, y'all so wrong
I'm the last to roll on

Got the on
Wit the on
When you wrong
I'm a on, motherfucker

Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, it's court
We hold court in the
I a fuck about the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta crawl for yo heat, it's court
We hold in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's court

We hold court in the
I gives a about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's court
We hold in the street

I a shit if it's small claims
Like ya bitch
Or if it's Court
Like stealing ya

Look, my is all range
pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or small
When I cock it ball

My pistols never trials
the dater rain wit no chance of parole
Bullets concurrent
I'm why nigga, try Jigga

You must
It's like being on trial for life
Wit a defender
Let the jury fill the up

And the court calendar off
Wit jocket nine-millimeter
All rise, the Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I hold a

All upjections
Stay in ya arguments
you understand it
Two guns, over left

That's how I exam
Tom Cruise
Poppin' wit the Top Gun, you
Jigga no lie and y'all handle the truth

Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court
We court in the street
I gives a about the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta crawl for yo heat, people's court
We hold court in the street, ya me
Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya wit me, it's people's court

We hold in the street
I gives a shit ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's
We hold in the street

No sicker
No could hold Jigga
Since I drop
Tripled out, no kitchen victors

No contest in a rhyme
I'm best oath
Raise my hand
And I it honest

ya facts for real
'Fo ya to act ill
you blow trial
Ain't no coming on appeal

It's
Bail set at, a
It's
For you motherfucker's

Red done, commit crimes
rhymes, I hold in contempt
You get time
For faking you greater than him

So foulplay, thats ya
Pay ya fine at the desk
Say sorry, and ya property
I be to bend it

splendid
No defendant
While you niggas hold
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, album
Locking it for the term
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
is adjourned