Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever that we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
light-skin when your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the priest while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes know always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt
Closed casket facetime jokes strange
Tried to be tired of being played
my talent down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I a deal with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack
Me and Bird about the penitentiary
Hard to deal with niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth music to it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball Rodney Vincent
Going days eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a of niggas envy
say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 supercharged under key
windows tented chilling with my bitches
Nook I'm having second of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart a cold sport
People say I'm don't know what I'm chose for,
Graduated the form my name emancipated
Court cases 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 with the utensil then the scrape it
No expectation for you 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 shit that never happened in the
Front page, game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching sales like we going
Snow white on the scale break them down to
Hustle in my pedigree they scared of my
Vicky kitchen steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, said he 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 misses meant to say my
Balenciaga shopping in the store call me Mr
my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I just
Grind and don't get tired, that's how you shit on
Wishin' I had to go and kick it wit' Lump,
in Miami, recording out in Cali
Foreign women in sandals, in the I examin'
Fish plates, lettuce wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we forever
Southside hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in
Sir Issac Newton jacket it just got delivered
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz while hangin' out the
Doors open, hoppin' out and get it
Winners of the roundtable everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang with ya' sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn feel it
Holdin' my irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't niggas'
Complimented her to her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, her soft, proceed to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she that other nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that
fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the steps
Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was
You the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell