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 really got a choice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 25 strap
Then the place gets and then I'm out the back

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

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

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

So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is to do dirt
So is forced to do dirt
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 cooking some
I'm flippin' million dollar [Incomprehensible] 'em wack MC's

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

But a is a buster for life
He makes why his ass ain't pay that shit's played
Cash everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 lick and did no bid

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

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

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

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

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