Luyện nghe bài hát Dirt

Call it how it is - to the facts
If rap was prison our shit be the Supermax
No sunshine, dark skies
Nothing but dark thoughts going through my
I got bad blood, mad only for the team though
one of us is the shooter, now where the beef go
I ain't seen of these niggas and we out here
be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth, yeah
Oh my god we not be fucked with
shit look at our life all in the public
We under the they all watching us
We have no choice but to keep it they sizing us
And if they wasn't god, pay attention don't he
I couldn't live with myself phony
Look, if life was a game then I guess we
Cuz this life we made for is bitching

Didn't want to do it but the voices tug and
On my eardrums that I knew I shouldn't
Got me wildin with the ratchet out like is legal
for a victim put 'em in the fetal
Fuck is on? when it's on I know it's on
But not really popping and I'm looking for a war
Looking out my window pointing shit at
To make matters I'm sipping on some OE
Shit got me buzzing, I'm already bugging
With mad [???] bottles that I drank about a ago
Fuck is on my mind? I'm bipolar
Plus paranoid looking over shoulders
I woke up blood on my hands
I do this time? now a nigga scared
Fuck, I'll probably get the fucking
Grab my fucking gun, a few clothes son I'm outta