Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, of the real
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 forced to do
So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is to do dirt
So is forced to do dirt
So niggas is to do dirt

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

giant defiant to the laws
That the white man made, nigga, why we play, nigga
AKA the hustler from the Westside
Too damn fly, too finesse for the hoo ride

I rather take a off smooth
'Cause the skill of a hustler is to stick and
And you say, "Damn, what's 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 'the store', I say, "Brinks"
'Cause my mind's on the massive of the dice
The magnitude of my game's insane,

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

So now mad, 'cause I got money and you don't
The win, the busters won't
What can I say, you can't come out and
the real ones, dig this you'll get broke with 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 the nickel 25 strap
Then the place gets and then I'm out the back

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

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

But every nigga in the hood fly
Light-skinned or dark, they're ninety percent
vics and they got money to give
Then without 'em tell, me how the hell a lives

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

I got no for a lame
I use my from crack to rap, no shame
And now instead of cooking ki's
I'm flippin' million dollar call 'em wack MC's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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