Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

Word up, word up,
It's like, ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit
(I know I know they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's like, 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 and twenty
'cause I do gotta get money, mad dudes confront me
But they can't, wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like and some powder
The iron mike of rap shit, mad niggas appear
Spit shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you when I hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, too many years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I thee
as a trife nigga sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something real

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

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, up the spot
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
is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we it down
This is the mfc, and
In the ninety-now, we it down

First of all, I master my craft
Got the power to bomb ass like I'm kevin nash
'cause every game the same, niggas is tryin to
If this was wrestling, be nwo
The same shit, they started out havin the fights
we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next
Starvin, finally noticed niggas got talent
Get for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and 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 lookin
the belt's like goin gold or platinum
I swear this year, we do it and we ain't playin fair

[starang] *shoutouts in
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
Wassup wassup, wassup
Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup

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

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Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still
One try to steal but chill, we only
But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the
Makin that call on the ball, that pitch over the wall
And frame it up, car door
Hardcore wars, the fans demand
Checkin me out, lookin on the big billboard
ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, all I think about is homers

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