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 is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is to do dirt
So is forced 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, 'cause I been in it for the one, the strong one
Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my is on the run

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

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

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

So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So is forced to do dirt
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 out and play
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 the nickel 25 strap
Then the place gets flat and then I'm out the

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

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

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

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

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

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

But a is a buster for life
He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay that played
Cash rules around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 and never 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 care
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
Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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