Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

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

So niggas is to do dirt
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 only run with real niggas who wear gold and
Diamond rings, with tools
I take no shorts, 'cause I in it for the long one, the strong one
Gotta tell the truth, yo, my niggas is on the run

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

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

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

So niggas is 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 money and you
The hustlers win, the won't
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 spill up, I pull the nickel 25
Then the place gets flat and then I'm out the

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

But the game's extreme so quit your beams
And increase the light, now can you see me, you
If you ever been to jail or shot, rocks
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 ninety marks
vics and they got money to give
Then 'em tell, me how the hell a hustler lives

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

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

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

But a is a buster for life
He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's
Cash rules everything me, kid
I hit a lick and never did no bid

'Cause I'm bent on a come-up and my shit stays
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 know in the heart what's
So if you very closely, maybe you will too
My mind's blown off Armani
Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible]

Cristal and steak, big as your hand
I bought a silk robe and it's from
This jam's for the and thugs
Pimps and hoes, the of drugs

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

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