Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that make from the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes know always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the
Point blank range (HOT) led brains
Closed casket facetime turnt strange
Tried to be away of being played
Took my down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
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 I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth music to it
Rest in to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going days without eating had me skinny
Relationship Tommy Ray a bunch 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 of who really with me
Cold game, cold this a cold sport
People say I'm chosen 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 rappers I'm a Gucci man, Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' ya'
Seen of shit that never happened in the movies
page, newspaper game 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
Vicky momma kitchen steady up her dishes
Her brother liked me, said he better not catch me slipping
But he know I step on shit I'm really bout my business
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga in the store they call me Mr
Free my Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I listen
Grind and don't get tired, how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and it wit' Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, recording out in
Foreign women in sandals, in the I examin'
Fish plates, veggie wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou my lil nigga' keep it going we forever that
Southside landlord hanging guerillas
big fine ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it got delivered
You see this 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 winnin'
Thirsty career to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm wasn't fuckin niggas'
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 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 there then it was
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who didn't