Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

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 is forced to do dirt

I only run with real niggas who wear gold and
Diamond rings, strapped 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
the white man made, nigga, that's why we play, nigga
AKA the hustler from the Westside
Too damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo

I rather a mark off smooth
'Cause the of a hustler 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 '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 to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So is forced to do dirt
So is forced to do dirt

So now you're mad, I got money and you don't
The hustlers win, the busters
What can I say, you can't out and play
With the real ones, dig you'll get broke with 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
the place gets flat and then I'm out the back

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

But the extreme so quit 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' weight down like movin' ki's and pounds

But every in the hood ain't fly
or dark, they're ninety percent marks
Straight vics and they got money to
Then without 'em tell, me how the hell a hustler

So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So is forced 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 flippin' million dollar [Incomprehensible] call 'em MC's

But suckers got it twisted, missed it
Wastin' they life when yo, mentally gifted
The streets ain't the only fuckin' in town
You get in where 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
rules everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 and never did no bid

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

But I in the heart what's true
So if you listen very closely, you will too
My mind's blown off Armani
Pavet medallions, boots

Cristal and steak, shrimp big as hand
I a silk robe and it's from Siam
This for the hoods and thugs
Pimps and hoes, the of drugs

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

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