Luyện nghe bài hát The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make from the dreaming
Being light-skin your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes they always scheming
beads on my neck labelled the heathen
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt
Closed casket jokes turnt strange
Tried to be tired of being played
Took my down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I signed a with Wayne
I was in the
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack
Me and communicate about the penitentiary
Hard to deal with pussy niggas I got two
Everything I say the truth to convince it
in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas
Some say he as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 under key ignition
Lowkey windows 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 chosen don't know I'm chose for,
Graduated from the 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 the utensil then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' Gucci Maine
Start track, it up back to the future
Beat me up, fly make a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of shit that never in the movies
Front page, game feeling foolish
Slow nights sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree scared of my potential
momma kitchen steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, said he better not catch me
But he don't know I step on shit I'm really my business
Hashtag big ol' pistol rip ya'
with the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga in the store they call me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga'
When Rico Love talk to me music, I just listen
Grind and don't get tired, that's how you on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and it wit' Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, out in Cali
Foreign in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we that
Southside landlord with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in
Sir Issac fashion jacket it just got delivered
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, in the rental
Remove the plate and the Benz while hangin' out the window
open, hoppin' out and everybody get it
Bread of the roundtable everybody winnin'
disloyal career to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang with ya' sure everybody get it
Death in the family, everybody feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need penicillin
as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' it
Rub her feet, bathe her, her soft, proceed to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love nigga'
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never 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