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 priest while dealing
protection from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt
Tried to be away of being played
Took my talent down to South Beach, but I couldn't
Rumored that I signed a with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight every I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird communicate about the
Hard to deal with pussy niggas I got two
Everything I say the music to convince it
in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going days without eating had me skinny
Relationship Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas envy
Some say he ain't as I be seeing different
V6 supercharged key ignition
Lowkey 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 don't know what I'm for,
Graduated from the form my name
cases 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 plate with the utensil then begin the it
No for you rappers 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 a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of shit that never in the movies
page, newspaper game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching sales like we going
Snow white on the scale them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree they of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen messing 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 bout my
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting 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 music, I just listen
and don't 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
women in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we that
landlord hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in
Sir Issac fashion jacket it just got delivered
You see this gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
the plate and spin the Benz while hangin' out the window
Doors open, out and everybody get it
Bread Winners of the everybody winnin'
Thirsty career to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't 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 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 there it was jail
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who tell