Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd thought that we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest while cocaine
protection from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck the heathen
Point range (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt
Tried to be away tired of played
Took my down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
that I signed a deal with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack
Me and Bird communicate about the
Hard to deal with pussy I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth music to it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball Rodney Vincent
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 supercharged key ignition
Lowkey windows tented chilling my bitches
Nook I'm having second of who really with me
Cold game, cold this a cold sport
People say I'm chosen don't know what I'm for,
Graduated the form my name emancipated
cases expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high somewhat invigorating
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, Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up to the future
Beat me up, fly make a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of that never happened in the movies
page, newspaper game feeling foolish
Slow nights sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale break 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 shit I'm really my business
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting with the misses meant to say my
shopping in the store they call me Mr
Free my Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I just
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, recording out in
Foreign women in sandals, in the I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we that
landlord hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in
Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it just got
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the
Remove the plate and spin the Benz hangin' out the window
open, hoppin' 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
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need some
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 suck her
To me she was a queen, but she want other nigga'
Punchin' on her, her I guess she love that nigga'
Tears after my daughter's death, never even saw the steps
in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who didn't