Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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

I only run with real who wear gold and jewels
Diamond rings, with tools
I take no shorts, I been in it for the long one, the strong one
tell 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 damn fly, too finesse for the hoo ride

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

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

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

So now you're mad, 'cause I got money and you
The hustlers win, the won't
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 nickel 25
the place gets flat and then I'm out the back

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

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

But every nigga in the hood fly
Light-skinned or dark, they're percent marks
Straight and they got money to give
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 to do dirt

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

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

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

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

But I know in the heart true
So if you listen very closely, maybe you too
My blown off Armani suits
medallions, [Incomprehensible] boots

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

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

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