Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma Rican
I went to see the voodoo while dealing cocaine
Seeking from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini on my neck labelled the heathen
Point blank (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt
to be away tired of being played
Took my down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I a deal with Wayne
I was in the
my weight every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird communicate the penitentiary
Hard to deal with pussy niggas I got two
Everything I say the truth to convince it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Vincent
Going days eating Belaire had me skinny
with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas envy
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be different
V6 supercharged under key
windows tented chilling with my bitches
Nook I'm having second thoughts of who with me
Cold game, cold heart this a sport
say I'm chosen don't know what I'm chose for,
Graduated from the form my emancipated
Court cases expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 when I get to craving, eat the plate with the then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up to the future
me up, think fly make a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of that never happened in the movies
Front page, game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching sales like we fishing
Snow on the scale break them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree they scared of my
Vicky momma kitchen messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, said he better not me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm bout my business
GunnaGang big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store call me Mr
my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I listen
Grind and don't get tired, how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had to go and kick it wit' Lump,
in Miami, recording out in Cali
Foreign women in sandals, in the I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the
Lou that's my lil keep it going we forever that
Southside landlord with guerillas
Dreka big ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Issac fashion jacket it just got delivered
You see this gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz hangin' out the window
Doors open, out and everybody get it
Bread of the roundtable everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn everybody it
my dick irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, her soft, proceed to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that other
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love nigga'
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 respect the one who didn't