Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a if you traumed up
Don Perignoned up, niggas where
Want what one and get ya cherry balmed up
I got every arm and my niggas

And deadly to ya gut B!
Guess ya done luck
Fucked wit the one
Gun harm one

Two fuck won do
Bastards niggas know I blast
As if y'all had to ask,
Get ya ass twist, it's the rap's El

Get ya splitted
And I don't pussy well enough
To wit it, you ain't wit it
Same shit, it can't wit the lame witch

Soon as the slang
If you came, you get it
as the game
Wit the pens on cosine

And the whole
Leave you I find yo ass
Lost wit no sign, y'all so
I'm the last nigga to on

Got the on
Wit the on
When you wrong
I'm a on, motherfucker

the judge, fuck the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court
We hold in the street
I gives a fuck the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta crawl for yo heat, people's court
We hold court in the street, ya me
Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We court in the street
I gives a about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's court
We court in the street

I gives a shit if it's small
Like stealing ya
Or if it's Court
stealing ya bricks

Look, my guns is all
pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or change
I cock it ball guage

My pistols never miss
Here's the dater wit no chance of parole
Bullets coming
I'm why nigga, try Jigga

You remember
It's like being on for your life
Wit a public
Let the jury fill the up

And start the court off
Wit jocket number
All rise, the Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I hold a

All upjections
Stay in ya arguments
you understand it
Two guns, right left

how I cross exam
Like Tom
wit the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie and y'all can't the truth

the judge, fuck the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court
We hold in the street
I gives a about the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta crawl for yo heat, it's people's
We hold in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court

We hold court in the
I gives a about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's court
We hold court in the

No sicker
No cell could hold
I drop these
Tripled out, no kitchen victors

No in a rhyme fest
I'm best under
my right hand
And I spit it

Know ya for real
'Fo ya to act ill
When you trial
Ain't no coming on appeal

murderone
Bail set at, a
murderone
For you raples

Red done, hate crimes
Fake rhymes, I hold in
You get time
For like you greater than him

So foulplay, ya charges
Pay ya at the desk sergant
Say sorry, and ya property
I be sure to it

splendid
No coke
While you niggas trial
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, album
Locking it for the term
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
is adjourned