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 what time it is
Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin'

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

I only run real niggas who wear gold and jewels
Diamond rings, strapped with
I take no shorts, 'cause I been in it for the long one, the 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 much for the hoo ride

I rather a mark off smooth
'Cause the skill of a is to stick and move
And make you say, "Damn, 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 liquor store', I say, "Brinks"
'Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the
The magnitude of my insane, precise

So is forced to do dirt
So is forced 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 come out and play
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 25 strap
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 flex my Bentley
Damn, your head, got a problem
Keepin' down to earth so normal niggas can solve 'em

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

But every nigga in the ain't fly
Light-skinned or dark, they're percent marks
Straight vics and they got to give
Then 'em tell, me how the hell a hustler 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 for a lame
I use my strategy from crack to rap, no
And now instead of some ki's
I'm million dollar [Incomprehensible] call 'em wack MC's

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

But a buster is a buster for
He excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's played
Cash everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 and never did no bid

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

But I know in the heart what's
So if you very closely, maybe you will too
My mind's off Armani suits
Pavet medallions, boots

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

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

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