Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever that we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
Being when your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest while cocaine
Seeking from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the
Point range (HOT) led burnt brains
casket facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be away of being played
Took my talent to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I a deal with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight every time I came, ask Maine
Me and communicate about the penitentiary
Hard to with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the music to convince it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney
Going days without eating had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a of niggas envy
say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 supercharged key ignition
Lowkey windows chilling with my bitches
Nook I'm having second thoughts of who really me
Cold game, cold this a cold sport
say I'm chosen don't know what I'm chose for,
Graduated the form my name emancipated
Court cases expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high somewhat
Get it in 10 to 10 when I get to craving, eat the with the utensil then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' ya'
Seen of shit that never happened in the movies
Front page, newspaper game foolish
Slow catching sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale break down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree scared of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, said he not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm really bout my
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 Rico talk to me bout' 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
Foreign in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, lettuce wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it we forever that
Southside landlord with guerillas
Dreka big ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Newton fashion jacket it just got delivered
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, in the rental
the plate and spin 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 ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn everybody it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need some
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin
her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want other nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she that nigga'
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the
in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who didn't