Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

Call it how it is - to the facts
If rap was prison our would be the Supermax
No sunshine, just skies
Nothing but dark thoughts through my mind
I got bad blood, mad love only for the though
Everyone one of us is the shooter, now the beef go
I ain't seen none of niggas and we out here
Wanna be thugs a lot of mouth, yeah
Oh my god we not be fucked with
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 game I guess we winning
Cuz this we made for ourselves is bitching

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