Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd thought that we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma Puerto
I to see the voodoo priest while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection my foes know they always scheming
Santorini on my neck labelled the heathen
Point range (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be away tired of being
Took my talent to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I signed a deal Wayne
I was in the
Held my every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird communicate about the
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 Belaire had me
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas
Some say he as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 supercharged under key
Lowkey windows tented chilling my bitches
Nook I'm having second of who really with me
game, cold heart this a cold sport
People say I'm chosen don't know I'm chose for,
Graduated from the form my 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 with the then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
track, power it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a shoot ya'
Seen alot of shit that never in the movies
Front page, newspaper game foolish
Slow nights catching like we going fishing
Snow white on the break them down to nickels
in my pedigree they scared of my potential
Vicky momma steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, said he better not me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm really bout my
Hashtag GunnaGang big ol' rip ya'
with the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store 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 time to go and kick it Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
Foreign in sandals, in the nude I examin'
plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it we forever that
Southside hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it just got
You don't see this I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz hangin' out the window
Doors open, out and everybody get it
Bread of the roundtable everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at fitted
hang with ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin
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, disrespectin' her I guess she that nigga'
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the
Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't there it was jail
You the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell