Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

Yeah, ah, Ice-T in that ass, return of the real
Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what it is
Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin'

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

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

Street defiant to the laws
the white man made, nigga, that's why we play, nigga
AKA the street from the Westside
Too fly, too much finesse 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, what's his
Got to give a nigga props, 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 of my game's insane, precise

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

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

I don't gamble, I cheat when on
Two g's on the table, two in my
And if I up, I pull the nickel 25 strap
Then the place flat 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 your head, got a
Keepin' down 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 jail or shot, sold
I'm talkin' 'bout weight down like ki's and pounds

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

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

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

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

But a buster is a for life
He makes why his ass ain't pay that shit's played
Cash rules 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 fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight?
It matter, 'cause the real don't care
You know I'ma get mine, so I'ma let 'em get theirs

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

Cristal and steak, shrimp big as hand
I bought a silk robe and from Siam
This for the hoods and thugs
and hoes, the slingers of drugs

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

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