Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in ass, return of the real
Muthafuckas fakin' and like they don't know what time it is
Niggas on the ain't really got a muthafuckin' choice

So is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So is forced to do dirt

I only run real niggas who wear gold and jewels
rings, strapped with tools
I no shorts, 'cause I been in it for the long one, the strong one
Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my is on the run

Street giant defiant to the
That the man made, nigga, that's why we play, nigga
AKA the street hustler the Westside
Too damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo

I rather take a off smooth
'Cause the skill of a hustler is to and move
And make you say, "Damn, what's his
Got to a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game"

Mad game, fool, I my hustle not on strength
But think, you say liquor store', I say, "Brinks"
'Cause my on the massive roll of the dice
The of my game's insane, precise

So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is to do dirt
So is forced to do dirt

So now mad, 'cause I got money and you don't
The hustlers win, the busters
What can I say, you can't come out and
With the real ones, dig this you'll get broke the quickness

I don't gamble, I cheat it's on
Two g's on the table, two in my
And if I spill up, I pull the 25 strap
the place gets flat and then I'm out the back

With my niggas and them 4's on
And if I really floss, I flex my Bentley wings
Damn, over head, got a problem
Keepin' lyrics down to so normal niggas can solve 'em

But the game's extreme so quit high beams
And the light, now can you see me, you might
If you ever to jail or shot, sold rocks
I'm talkin' 'bout weight down like ki's and pounds

But every in the hood ain't fly
Light-skinned or dark, they're ninety marks
Straight vics and they got money to
Then without 'em tell, me how the hell a hustler

So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is forced to do

I got no love for a
I use my from crack to rap, no shame
And now instead of cooking some
I'm flippin' dollar [Incomprehensible] call 'em wack MC's

But got it twisted, they missed it
Wastin' they life when yo, they mentally
The streets ain't the only hustle in town
You gotta get in where you fit in, stay way down

But a is a buster for life
He excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's played
rules everything around me, kid
I hit a lick and never did no bid

'Cause I'm bent on a come-up and my stays tight
How many gangsta rappers will I hear tonight?
It don't matter, the real don't care
You know I'ma get mine, so I'ma let 'em get theirs

But I know in the heart what's
So if you very closely, maybe you will too
My blown off Armani suits
Pavet medallions, boots

Cristal and steak, shrimp big as hand
I bought a silk robe and from Siam
This for the hoods and thugs
and hoes, the slingers of drugs

Hustlers and thieves, and crooks
Bookers and sharks, the marks, nigga

So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is to do dirt
So is forced to do dirt