Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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

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

Street defiant to the laws
That the white man made, nigga, why we play, nigga
AKA the street from the Westside
Too fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride

I rather a mark off smooth
'Cause the of a hustler is to stick and move
And make you say, "Damn, his name?
Got to give a props, 'cause the kid got game"

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

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

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

I gamble, I cheat when it's on
Two g's on the table, two in my
And if I spill up, I pull the nickel 25
Then the place gets flat and I'm out the back

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

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

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

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

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

But suckers got it twisted, they it
Wastin' they life yo, they mentally gifted
The streets the only fuckin' hustle in town
You gotta get in where you fit in, gotta stay way

But a buster is a buster for
He excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's played
Cash everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 lick and did no bid

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

But I know in the heart what's
So if you listen very closely, you will too
My mind's blown off suits
Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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