Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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

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

giant defiant to the laws
That the white man made, nigga, that's why we play,
AKA the street hustler from the
Too damn fly, too finesse for the hoo ride

I rather take a off smooth
the skill of a hustler is to stick and move
And make you say, "Damn, his name?
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 roll of the dice
The magnitude of my game's insane,

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

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

I don't gamble, I 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 gets flat and then I'm out the back

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

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

But every nigga in the ain't fly
or dark, they're ninety 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 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 when yo, they mentally
The ain't 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 excuses why his ass ain't pay shit's played
Cash rules around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 and never did no bid

'Cause I'm bent on a and my shit stays tight
How many fake gangsta rappers 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 blown off suits
Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible]

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

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