Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest while dealing
Seeking protection from my foes know they scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the
Point range (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt
Tried to be away tired of played
Took my talent down to Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored I signed a deal with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack
Me and Bird communicate the penitentiary
to deal with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth music to it
Rest in to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going days eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Ray a bunch of niggas envy
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be different
V6 supercharged key ignition
Lowkey windows tented chilling my bitches
I'm having second thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold this a cold sport
say I'm chosen don't know what 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 plate with the utensil begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci
track, power it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' ya'
Seen alot of shit that happened in the movies
Front page, game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching sales like we going
Snow white on the scale break them to nickels
in my pedigree they scared of my potential
Vicky momma steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, he better not catch me slipping
But he know I step on shit I'm really bout my business
Hashtag GunnaGang big ol' rip ya'
Sitting with the meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store they me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, 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 time to go and kick it Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
women in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka the trap
Lou my lil nigga' keep it going we forever that
Southside landlord hanging with
big fine ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton fashion it just got delivered
You don't see this I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz while out the window
open, hoppin' out and everybody get it
Bread Winners of the roundtable everybody
disloyal career to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang with ya' make everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
my dick irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas'
her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that nigga'
on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that nigga'
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 didn't