Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd from the ghetto dreaming
light-skin when your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the priest while dealing cocaine
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 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 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 Rodney
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 under key
Lowkey windows tented chilling with my
I'm having second thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart this a sport
say I'm chosen don't know what I'm chose for,
Graduated from the my name 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 the utensil then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' ya'
Seen alot of shit never happened in the movies
Front page, newspaper feeling foolish
Slow catching sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale break them down to
Hustle in my they scared of my potential
momma kitchen steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm bout my business
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting with the misses meant to say my
shopping in the store they call me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga'
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I 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, recording out in
Foreign women in sandals, in the nude I
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it we forever that
Southside landlord hanging guerillas
Dreka big ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Newton fashion jacket it just got delivered
You don't see gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz hangin' out the window
open, hoppin' out and everybody get it
Bread Winners of the roundtable everybody
Thirsty disloyal to get at everybody fitted
hang with ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, everybody feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need some
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin
Complimented her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' it
Rub her feet, bathe her, her soft, proceed to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want other nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I she love that nigga'
fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the steps
Trappin' in the streets, if it there then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who tell