Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't gamble, I cheat when on
Two g's on the table, two in my
And if I up, I pull the nickel 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 wanna floss, I my Bentley wings
Damn, over your head, got a
Keepin' lyrics down to earth so niggas can solve 'em

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

But nigga in the hood ain't fly
Light-skinned or dark, ninety percent marks
Straight and they got money to give
Then without 'em tell, me how the a hustler lives

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

I got no for a lame
I use my strategy from crack to rap, no
And now of cooking some ki's
I'm flippin' million dollar [Incomprehensible] 'em wack MC's

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

But a buster is a for life
He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay shit's played
Cash rules everything me, kid
I hit a 50'000 and never did no bid

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

But I know in the what's true
So if you listen very closely, you will too
My mind's blown off Armani
Pavet medallions, boots

Cristal and steak, shrimp big as hand
I bought a silk robe and from Siam
This jam's for the hoods and
Pimps and hoes, the slingers of

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

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