Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

Call it how it is - to the facts
If rap was prison our would be the Supermax
No sunshine, dark skies
Nothing but thoughts going through my mind
I got bad blood, mad love only for the team
one of us is the shooter, now where the beef go
I ain't none of these niggas and we out here
be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth, yeah
Oh my god we not be fucked with
Real look at our life all in the public
We under the microscope they all us
We have no choice but to keep it they sizing us
And if wasn't god, always pay attention don't he
I couldn't with myself being phony
Look, if life was a game then I guess we
Cuz this we made for ourselves is bitching

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