Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd from the ghetto dreaming
Being when your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes know they scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the
Point blank (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime turnt strange
to be away tired of being played
Took my talent down to South Beach, but I couldn't
Rumored that I signed a deal with
I was in the
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack
Me and Bird communicate the penitentiary
Hard to with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth to convince it
Rest in to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing
V6 supercharged key ignition
Lowkey tented chilling with my bitches
I'm having second thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart this a sport
People say I'm chosen don't know I'm chose for,
Graduated from the my name emancipated
Court expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 when I get to craving, eat the with the utensil then begin the scrape it
No for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up back to the
Beat me up, think fly a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of that never happened in the movies
Front page, newspaper feeling foolish
Slow nights catching sales we going fishing
Snow on the scale break them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree scared of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen steady 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 really my business
GunnaGang big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting the misses meant to say my mistress
shopping in the store they call me Mr
Free my Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister
When Love talk to me bout' music, I just listen
Grind and get tired, that's how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had to go and kick it wit' Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
Foreign women in sandals, in the I examin'
plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou my lil nigga' keep it going we forever that
Southside landlord with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it just got
You don't see gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and the Benz while hangin' out the window
Doors open, out and everybody get it
Bread of the roundtable everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at fitted
Whoever hang with ya' make sure get it
Death in the family, damn everybody it
Holdin' my irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the 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, to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that other
on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that nigga'
Tears fall after my death, never even saw the steps
in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail
You the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell