Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

Call it how it is - according to the
If rap was prison our shit would be the
No sunshine, dark skies
Nothing but dark thoughts going through my
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 none of these niggas and we out
Wanna be thugs a lot of mouth, yeah
Oh my god we could not be with
Real look at our life all in the public
We the microscope they all watching us
We have no but to keep it trill they sizing us
And if they wasn't god, always pay don't he
I couldn't live with being phony
Look, if was a game then I guess we winning
Cuz life we made for ourselves is bitching

Didn't want to do it but the voices tug and
On my eardrums something that I 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? when it's on I it's on
But not really popping and I'm looking for a war
Looking out my window pointing at police
To make matters I'm sipping on some OE
Shit got me buzzing, I'm already though
With mad [???] that I drank about a month ago
is on my mind? I'm feeling bipolar
Plus paranoid looking over both
I woke up blood on my hands
Fuck I do this time? now a nigga
Fuck, I'll probably get the chair
Grab my gun, a few clothes son I'm outta here