Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a fuck if you up
Don Perignoned up, from where
Want what one and get ya cherry 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 y'all won do
niggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask,
Get ya ass twist, the rap's El Nino

Get ya brain
And I don't pussy well enough
To wit it, you ain't wit it
Same shit, it can't fuck wit the witch

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

And the nine
Leave you I find yo ass
Lost wit no sign, y'all so
I'm the last nigga to on

Got the on
Wit the on
When you guess
I'm a press on,

Fuck the judge, the jury
ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the
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 warring wit me, it's court

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

I gives a shit if small claims
stealing ya bitch
Or if Supreme Court
Like ya bricks

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

My pistols never trials
Here's the dater wit no chance of parole
Bullets coming
I'm like why nigga, try

You remember
It's like being on for your life
Wit a public
Let the fill the seats up

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

All upjections
deep in ya arguments
Hope you it
Two guns, over left

That's how I cross
Tom Cruise
Poppin' wit the Top Gun, you
no lie and y'all can't handle the truth

Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, it's people's
We hold court in the
I a fuck 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
ya warring wit me, it's people's court

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

No flow
No could hold Jigga
I drop these
Tripled out, no coke kitchen

No contest in a fest
I'm best oath
Raise my right
And I spit it

Know ya facts for
'Fo ya to act ill
When you blow
Ain't no coming back on

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

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

So foulplay, ya charges
Pay ya at the desk sergant
Say sorry, and ya property
I be sure to it

splendid
No coke
While you hold trial
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, third
Locking it down for the
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
is adjourned