Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck the heathen
Point blank (HOT) led burnt brains
casket facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be tired of being played
my talent down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I signed a deal Wayne
I was in the
my weight every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird communicate about the
Hard to deal pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth to convince it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, like Rodney Vincent
days without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a of niggas envy
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be different
V6 supercharged under key
windows tented chilling with my bitches
Nook I'm having second thoughts of who with me
Cold game, heart this a cold sport
say I'm chosen don't know what I'm chose for,
Graduated the form my name emancipated
Court expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 I get to craving, eat the plate 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, it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen of shit that never happened in the movies
page, newspaper game feeling foolish
Slow nights sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the break them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree they scared of my
Vicky momma kitchen steady messing up her
Her brother liked 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 with the misses meant to say my
Balenciaga shopping in the store they me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me music, I just listen
Grind and get tired, that's how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and kick it Lump,
in Miami, recording out in Cali
Foreign women in sandals, in the I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we forever
Southside landlord hanging guerillas
Dreka big fine ass in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton fashion it just got delivered
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the while hangin' out the window
open, hoppin' out and everybody get it
Bread Winners of the roundtable winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at fitted
Whoever hang with ya' make sure get it
Death in the family, everybody feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't niggas'
Complimented her to 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'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she that nigga'
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never saw the steps
Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't then it was jail
You the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell