Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my know they always scheming
Santorini on my neck labelled the heathen
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt
Tried to be away tired of played
Took my talent down to South Beach, but I stay
Rumored that I a deal with Wayne
I was in the
Held my every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird about the penitentiary
Hard to with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth music to it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney
Going days without Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of envy
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be different
V6 supercharged under key
windows tented chilling with my bitches
Nook I'm second thoughts of who really with me
game, cold heart this a cold sport
People say I'm chosen know what I'm chose for,
Graduated from the form my name
Court cases expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high somewhat
Get it in 10 to 10 I get to craving, eat the plate with the utensil then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up back to the
Beat me up, think fly a niggah' shoot ya'
alot of shit that never happened in the movies
Front page, newspaper game feeling
Slow nights catching sales like we going
Snow on the scale break them down to nickels
in my pedigree they scared of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen steady up her dishes
Her brother never me, said he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on I'm really bout my business
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting with the misses to say my mistress
Balenciaga in the store they call me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me music, I just listen
Grind and don't get tired, that's how you shit on
Wishin' I had to go and kick it wit' Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
Foreign in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we forever
Southside landlord with guerillas
big fine ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Newton fashion jacket it just got delivered
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz while hangin' out the
Doors open, out and everybody get it
Bread of the roundtable everybody winnin'
disloyal career to get at everybody fitted
Whoever with ya' make sure everybody get it
in the family, damn everybody feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need penicillin
Assumption as if the I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to suck her
To me she was a queen, but she want that other
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I she love that nigga'
Tears after my daughter's death, never even 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