Luyện nghe bài hát Forced to Do Dirt

Yeah, ah, back in that ass, return of the real
Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't what time it is
Niggas on the ain't really got a muthafuckin' choice

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

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

Street giant 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 take a mark off smooth
'Cause the skill of a hustler is to stick and
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 liquor store', I say, "Brinks"
'Cause my on the massive roll of the dice
The magnitude of my insane, precise

So is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do
So niggas is to do dirt
So niggas is 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 come out and
With the real ones, dig this you'll get with the quickness

I gamble, I cheat when it's on
Two g's on the table, two in my
And if I spill up, I the nickel 25 strap
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, over head, got a problem
Keepin' lyrics down to earth so niggas can solve 'em

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

But every nigga in the ain't fly
Light-skinned or dark, they're ninety percent
Straight vics and they got to give
Then without 'em tell, me how the a hustler lives

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

I got no for a lame
I use my strategy from crack to rap, no
And now instead of cooking some
I'm flippin' million dollar call 'em wack MC's

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

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

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

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

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

and thieves, cons and crooks
Bookers and sharks, the marks, nigga

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