Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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

I only run with real niggas who wear gold and
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

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

I take a mark off smooth
the skill of a hustler is to stick and move
And you say, "Damn, what's his name?
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"
'Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the
The of my game's insane, precise

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

So now mad, 'cause I got money and you don't
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 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 and then I'm out the back

my niggas and them 4's on thangs
And if I really wanna floss, I my Bentley wings
Damn, over your head, got a
Keepin' lyrics 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 or shot, sold rocks
I'm 'bout weight down like movin' ki's and pounds

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

So is forced 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 crack to rap, no
And now of cooking some ki's
I'm flippin' million dollar call 'em wack MC's

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

But a buster is a buster for
He makes why his ass ain't pay that shit's played
rules everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 lick and 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, you will too
My mind's off Armani suits
medallions, [Incomprehensible] boots

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

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

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