Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

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

And deadly to ya gut B!
ya done blon luck
Fucked wit the one
Gun harm one

Two fuck won do
niggas know I blast quick
As if had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, it's the rap's El

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

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

And the whole
you where I find yo ass
Lost wit no sign, y'all so
I'm the nigga 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 people's
We court in the street
I a fuck about the D.A. when ya see Jay

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

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

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

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

My pistols miss trials
Here's the dater rain wit no of parole
Bullets coming
I'm like why nigga, try

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

And start the calendar off
Wit jocket number
All rise, the Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I hold a

All upjections
Stay deep in ya
you understand it
Two guns, right left

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

the judge, fuck 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 for yo heat, it's people's court
We court in the street, ya heard me
the judge, fuck the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court

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

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

No contest in a fest
I'm best under
my right hand
And I spit it

Know ya facts for
'Fo ya to act ill
When you blow
no coming back on appeal

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

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

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

Flow
No coke
While you hold trial
Wit no in it

felon, third album
Locking it for the term
Of Lifetime, 2 nigga
Court is