Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Game

Know I'm sayin' Premo'
Tell these niggas about my life know what I
It's a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean

I spend my days in a cage
Where brothers rage
And get real with blades
in ill ways so my cell close
my cells expose
and my pen excels to a part of hell
of me was tellin' me to stay out
Reality was tellin' me if I find a way out
I had to out
I had to lay out
In order to elevate from my
accelerate
I seen a lot of men down
an inmate
Now I realize I couldn't make the mistakes
It was real being in steel gates
Where who feel hate against a another race
only indicates a snake mentality
These are my days of

The is a dirty game
My still home in the streets
a damn shame
The streets is a dirty
but niggas stay strapped in the
a damn shame
The streets is a game
My heart's still home in the streets they still
a damn shame
The is a dirty game
but stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn
The is a dirty game
My heart's still in the streets

Often I think of my people the denied they freedom, a mirage
before our eyes
We were to strife
Now living in courts
Missing their children we can feel it when our cry
We was hustlin' but the jury find me guilty?
They seen us
Doing we have to do to ease the sufferin'
We know its wrong but so was havin' us
Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are
We constantly on, being broke
And hopin our phone is our only
And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' echo in the ear before the cops kids was everywhere
and women cryin going to jail
A mothers eyes fill with tears as she
Realizing he's surviving she exhales Angela Bassett
I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack

I live a existence
Lately I've become a
As I divide my with phony niggas I confide in God
As for may he forgive 'em
If you have dreams can be achieved never give up
Look at me a convicted felon
addicted to sellin'
The substance corrupted many men in my era
I in awe at the dope fiends
Drove by those caught in the coke
proper some locked up some sold claim
The main team wanted the
Streets so alive I the air breathe
Not did I misplace time
I could as an inmate
At midstate I stayed in the law
chose to lift weight, fine
As if they with they time
strip us at the visit
Limit our
Ridicule us
enslavement
Even though I'm out of the
I'm the voice of the in the yard with the banger