Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection my foes know they always scheming
beads on my neck labelled the heathen
Point blank (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime turnt strange
Tried to be away tired of played
Took my down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored I signed a deal with Wayne
I was in the
my weight every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and communicate about the penitentiary
Hard to deal pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the music to convince it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney
days without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas
say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 under key ignition
Lowkey windows tented with my bitches
Nook I'm second thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart this a sport
People say I'm chosen don't what I'm chose for,
from the form my name emancipated
Court cases expired statute of limitations, of shit get me high somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 I get to craving, eat the plate with the utensil then begin the scrape it
No for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a shoot ya'
Seen of shit that never happened in the movies
Front page, game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree they of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen messing up her dishes
Her brother never me, said he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm bout my business
Hashtag GunnaGang big ol' rip ya'
with the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store they me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga'
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,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
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
landlord hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in
Sir Issac Newton jacket it just got delivered
You don't see gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the and spin the Benz while hangin' out the window
Doors open, hoppin' out and get it
Bread of the roundtable everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at everybody
Whoever hang with ya' sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need penicillin
Assumption as if the I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the
in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I the one who didn't tell