Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

Word up, up, youknowimsayin
It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do fab 5 shit
(I know I know they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man,
always know man, for real for real man
(hennyville, h., top d-o)
Heltah (sean price) sean p!!

Aiyyo I in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty
'cause I do get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my and my power
The combination'll you up just like weed and some powder
The mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear
Spit shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too many off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save
Life as a trife sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin
Chill, I pull out my steel and something real happens

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Why you wanna take my life kid, it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you where I'm
Bucktown is the place and will be livin me grown
Been to places, never strayed away from home
Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point no time wastin in case
There's another player up in my lane, and then I him
The point is taken, drop the loss your board
I'm all of y'all because your game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you
Shaving all your just like I told you to do so
And on down, wit ya half-man team
I'll trade your queen, and got you weezin on your knees
Now it out, your game is weak man, shit it out
You're all up in the game and know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, nigga

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, up the spot
the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the
is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we lock it
is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we it down

First of all, alcatraz I master my
Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm nash
'cause every game the same, is tryin to blow
If this was wrestling, be nwo
The same shit, started out havin the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that shit right
But had our monkey-asses the same time the next night
Starvin, they noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a we be wildin
in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we take
Buy by crook man
Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't
the belt's like goin gold or platinum
I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't fair

[starang] in background*
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
Better drop that if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Wassup wassup, wassup
Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup

Yo son I lace up my cleats, and then I out on the field
Look out in the stands, I see my from the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin killin em
Simply for the fact that we feelin em
Word up faggots on the other side don't know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the game
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on train
I'm just hype, testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum
me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, crown y'all wore, pass it off
Ain't ya a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, the fortune and fame
Who forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game

[louieville
Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still
One try to but chill, we only dumbin
But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he to the plate
Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch the wall
And frame it up, disappear car
wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out, on the big screen billboard
It's ville (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna up, 'cause all I think about is homers

Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
(where y'all at, y'all at)
Better that shit if it get too hot
(where y'all at, where at)
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, that?
Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the y'all word up
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got
Better drop that if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
in hotter this year
Let the brains blow, up
ah-ha
Oh oh, up
Heads ain't ready for the we got
Niggas ready for the shit we got