Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, of the real
Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' they don't know what time it is
Niggas on the streets ain't 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 niggas is to do dirt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got no love for a
I use my strategy from to rap, no shame
And now instead of cooking ki's
I'm flippin' million [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 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
rules everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 lick and did no bid

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

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

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

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

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