Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

Call it how it is - according to the
If rap was prison our would be the Supermax
No sunshine, just 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
Wanna be thugs a lot of mouth, yeah
Oh my god we could not be fucked
Real shit at our life all in the public
We under the microscope all watching us
We have no choice but to keep it trill sizing us
And if they wasn't god, always pay attention he
I live with myself being phony
Look, if life was a then I guess we winning
Cuz life we made for ourselves is bitching

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