Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

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

Aiyyo I in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty
'cause I do gotta get money, mad dudes confront me
But can't, fuck wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up like weed and some powder
The mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear
Spit some shit 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 years off
ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save thee
Life as a trife sayin "bye baby!"
Remember the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something happens

dog]
Why you wanna my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you I'm from
Bucktown is the place and be livin where me grown
Been to many places, never away from home
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 loss upon board
I'm checkin all of y'all your game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so you know
all your points just like I told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya team
trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees
Now spit it out, your game is 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, 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
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 bomb that ass like I'm nash
'cause every game the same, niggas is tryin to
If this was wrestling, be nwo
The same shit, they started out the bullshit fights
Like we had the shows rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next
Starvin, finally they niggas got talent
Get for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we wins
Buy hook-up by man
Smack you wit a if ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin gold or
I this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin fair

*shoutouts in background*
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
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 step out on the
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 them faggots on the other side know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the game
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on train
I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of
Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum
me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, that y'all wore, pass it off
Ain't ya a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest in this game

[louieville
Yo it's down and out, but really it's just
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the inning
Yo is up to bat, what you still runnin
One try to but chill, we only dumbin
But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the
Makin that call on the ball, send that over the wall
And it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans demand
Checkin me out, lookin on the big 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 live up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
(where at, where y'all at)
Better drop shit if it get too hot
(where at, where y'all 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 best word up
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got
Better that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
in hotter this year
Let the blow, word up
Ah-ha
Oh oh, up
Heads ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't for the shit we got