Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

Call it how it is - to the facts
If rap was prison our shit be the Supermax
No sunshine, dark skies
Nothing but thoughts going through my mind
I got bad blood, mad love for the team though
Everyone one of us is the shooter, now the beef go
I ain't seen of these niggas and we out here
be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth, yeah
Oh my god we could not be fucked
shit look at our life all in the public
We under the microscope all watching us
We no choice but to keep it trill they sizing us
And if they wasn't god, pay attention don't he
I live with myself being phony
Look, if life was a game I guess we winning
Cuz this we made for ourselves is bitching

Didn't to do it but the voices tug and pullin'
On my eardrums something that I knew I
Got me wildin with the ratchet out like is legal
Looking for a victim put 'em in the
is going on? when it's on I know it's on
But shit not really popping and I'm for a war
Looking out my window pointing at police
To make worse I'm sipping on some OE
Shit got me buzzing, I'm bugging though
With mad [???] bottles I drank about a month ago
Fuck is on my I'm feeling bipolar
Plus paranoid looking over shoulders
I woke up with blood on my
Fuck I do this time? now a scared
Fuck, I'll get the fucking chair
my fucking gun, a few clothes son I'm outta here