Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I a fuck if you traumed up
Don up, niggas from where
Want what one slip and get ya cherry 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 had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, it's the rap's El

Get ya splitted
And I like pussy well enough
To hang wit it, you wit it
Same shit, it can't fuck wit the lame

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

And the whole
you where 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 on, motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All overruled
Stay in ya arguments
Hope you it
Two guns, right 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, the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's
We hold in the street
I gives a about the D.A. when ya see Jay

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

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

No sicker
No cell could hold
I drop these
Tripled out, no coke victors

No contest in a rhyme
I'm under oath
my right hand
And I spit it

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

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

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

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

splendid
No defendant
you niggas hold trial
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, album
Locking it down for the
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
Court is