Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make from the ghetto
Being light-skin your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest dealing cocaine
Seeking from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my labelled the heathen
Point blank (HOT) led burnt brains
casket facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be away of being played
Took my talent down to Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I a deal with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird about the penitentiary
to deal with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth to convince it
Rest in to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going days eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be different
V6 under key ignition
Lowkey windows tented chilling with my
Nook I'm having second thoughts of who with me
Cold game, cold heart this a cold
People say I'm chosen know what I'm chose for,
from the form my name emancipated
Court cases 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' Gucci Maine
Start track, it up back to the future
me up, think fly make a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of that never happened in the movies
Front page, newspaper feeling foolish
nights catching sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the break them down to nickels
in my pedigree they scared of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen steady up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I on shit I'm really bout my business
GunnaGang big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting with the meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga in the store they call me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love 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 women in sandals, in the I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we forever
landlord hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in
Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it 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
Doors open, hoppin' out and get it
Bread Winners of the everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at fitted
Whoever hang ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need some
Assumption as if the chick I'm wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to lift her up she fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, her soft, proceed to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she that other nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I she love that nigga'
Tears fall after my death, never even saw the steps
Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't there it was jail
You the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell