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 voodoo priest while dealing
Seeking protection from my foes they always scheming
beads on my neck labelled the heathen
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt
Closed casket facetime jokes strange
Tried to be away tired of being
Took my talent down to South Beach, but I stay
Rumored that I signed a deal Wayne
I was in the
Held my every 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 peace to Hank and Paul, ball Rodney Vincent
days without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas envy
Some say he as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 supercharged under key
Lowkey windows tented chilling my bitches
I'm having second thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart this a cold
People say I'm don't know what I'm chose for,
from the form 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 the utensil then begin the scrape it
No for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
track, power it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' ya'
Seen alot of that never happened in the movies
Front page, game feeling foolish
Slow nights sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale break down to nickels
in my pedigree they scared of my potential
Vicky kitchen steady messing up her dishes
Her never liked me, said he better not catch me slipping
But he don't I step on shit I'm really bout my business
GunnaGang big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting with the meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the they call me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love to me bout' music, I just listen
Grind and don't get tired, how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and it wit' Lump,
in Miami, recording out in Cali
Foreign in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' it going we forever that
Southside hanging with 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 Benz while out the window
open, hoppin' out and everybody get it
Bread Winners of the roundtable everybody
Thirsty disloyal career to get at fitted
hang with ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, everybody feel it
my dick irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't niggas'
Complimented her to lift her up she wasn't with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that other
Punchin' on her, her I guess she love that nigga'
Tears fall after my daughter's death, even saw the steps
in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who didn't