Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make the ghetto dreaming
light-skin when your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest while dealing
protection from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck the heathen
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt
Tried to be away tired of played
Took my talent to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I signed a with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and communicate about the penitentiary
to deal with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth to convince it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney
days without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas
say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 under key ignition
Lowkey windows tented chilling with my
Nook I'm having thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart this a sport
People say I'm chosen know what I'm chose for,
Graduated the form my name emancipated
Court cases expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 when I get to craving, eat the with the utensil then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
track, power it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' ya'
Seen alot of shit that never happened in the
Front page, newspaper feeling foolish
Slow catching sales like we going fishing
Snow on the scale break them down to nickels
Hustle in my they scared of my potential
Vicky kitchen steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I on shit I'm really bout my business
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
with the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store they me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, free my Mister
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I just
Grind and get tired, that's how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and kick it Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
women in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it we forever that
Southside landlord hanging with
Dreka big fine ass in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton jacket it just got delivered
You see this gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz while hangin' out the
Doors open, hoppin' out and get it
Bread Winners of the roundtable winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at fitted
Whoever hang with ya' make sure get it
Death in the family, everybody feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need penicillin
as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never saw the steps
Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I the one who didn't tell