Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

Word up, up, youknowimsayin
It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do that fab 5
(I I know 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 weighing two-hundred and twenty
'cause I do gotta get money, mad wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas
Spit some shit from my mouth that'll rip your fuckin ears off
you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I thee
Life as a trife sayin "bye baby!"
Remember the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my and something real happens

dog]
Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't
Had to put it down and show you where I'm
is the place and will be livin where me grown
Been to many places, never strayed away from
Because my home is home, in a still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in
There's another player up in my lane, and then I him
The point is taken, drop the upon your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you
all your points just like I told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya half-man
trade your half-man 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 don't what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the
Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got
drop that shit 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, alcatraz I my craft
Got the power to that ass like I'm kevin nash
'cause every game the same, niggas is to blow
If was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, started out havin the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit rockin the bullshit mics
Made a cheese and left, and that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next
Starvin, finally they niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be
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 chair if the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like gold or platinum
I swear this year, we do it and we ain't playin fair

[starang] *shoutouts in
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better that 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 step out on the
Look out in the stands, I see my niggas from the
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout em
Simply for the fact that we ain't em
Word up them faggots on the other don't know starang
Sacrifice myself to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on soul
I'm hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my force
Give me the chance and the ambulance'll em off
We blastin off, that y'all wore, pass it off
Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? her ass is soft
It nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this

[louieville
Yo it's down and out, but really just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the inning
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 pitch over the
And frame it up, car door
wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big billboard
It's y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna up, 'cause all I think about is homers

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