Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Game

Know what I'm sayin'
Tell these about my life know what I mean
It's been a crazy, crazy for me, know what I mean

I spend my days in a steel
Where brothers rage
And get real with blades
in ill ways so when my cell
my brain expose
and my pen excels to a part of froze
of me was tellin' me to stay out
Reality was tellin' me that if I a way out
I had to out
I had to lay out
In order to elevate from my
mentally
I seen a lot of men down
Being an
Now I realize I make the same mistakes
It was real being in steel gates
Where who feel hate against a another race
Which only indicates a snake
These are my days of

The streets is a game
My still home in the streets
a damn shame
The streets is a dirty
but niggas stay strapped in the
It's a damn
The streets is a dirty
My heart's home in the streets they still callin'
It's a damn
The streets is a game
but niggas strapped in the hood
a damn shame
The streets is a dirty
My still home in the streets

Often I think of my people the board denied freedom, a mirage
Disappearing before our
We were to strife
Now living in decide
their children we can feel it when our mommas cry
We was hustlin' but would the jury find me
They us strugglin'
Doing we have to do to ease the sufferin'
We its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
Left the on wearing our sneakers until the soles are gone
We constantly holdin' on, being
And hopin our phone is our escape
And when our favorite TV shows is on shots echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere
and women cryin niggas going to
A eyes fill with tears as she nears
Realizing he's surviving she like Angela Bassett
I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and addicts

I a lonely existence
Lately I've become a
As I divide my with phony niggas I confide in God
As for sins may he 'em
If you dreams they can be achieved never give up
Look at me once a convicted
addicted to sellin'
The substance corrupted many men in my era
I in awe at the dope fiends
Drove by those caught in the game
Some proper some up some sold claim
The main wanted the shine
Streets so alive I felt the air
Not did I misplace time
I remember as an inmate
At I stayed in the law library
Some chose to weight, fine
As if they content with time
They us at the visit
Limit our
Ridicule us
modern
Even I'm out of the cages
I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard the banger