Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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

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

Street defiant to the laws
That the white man made, nigga, that's why we play,
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 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 roll of the dice
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 niggas is forced to do

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

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 gets flat and I'm out the back

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

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

But every nigga in the hood fly
or dark, they're ninety percent marks
Straight and they got money to give
Then without 'em tell, me how the a hustler lives

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

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

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

But a buster is a for life
He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's
Cash rules everything 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 fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight?
It don't matter, 'cause the real care
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, maybe you too
My mind's off Armani suits
Pavet medallions, boots

Cristal and steak, shrimp big as your
I bought a silk robe and from Siam
This for the hoods and thugs
Pimps and hoes, the 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 niggas is to do dirt