Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

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

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

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

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me 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 lock it

First of all, I master my craft
Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm kevin
'cause game the same, niggas is tryin to blow
If was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, they started out the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit
Made a little cheese and left, and that shit right
But had our monkey-asses the same time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got
Get for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring deep, let it
Peep, creep and all except for my kin
are the breaks man, we take wins
Buy by crook man
Smack you wit a if ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin gold or
I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin

*shoutouts in background*
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
Better drop shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
wassup, wassup wassup
Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup

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

sluggah]
Yo it's down and out, but really it's beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth
Yo cleanup is up to bat, you still runnin
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 over the wall
And frame it up, disappear car
Hardcore wars, the fans demand
Checkin me out, on the big screen billboard
It's ville y'all (player wit the stats kill for)
wanna bunt up, 'cause all I think about is homers

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