Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

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

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