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 know what they ask you, when's fab 5 out)
Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man,
always know man, for real for real man
(hennyville, h., top d-o)
skeltah (sean price) sean p!!

Aiyyo I step in the weighing two-hundred and twenty
'cause I do get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But can't, fuck wit my speed and my power
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 mouth piece rip your fuckin ears off
you punch-drunk 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
Life as a trife nigga "bye baby!"
what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something happens

dog]
Why you take my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you where I'm
Bucktown is the and will be livin where me grown
Been to many places, strayed away from home
Because my home is home, in a ditch wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in
There's another up in my lane, and then I lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because your is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big so what you know
Shaving all your just like 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
Wiggy-wig out, wig the out nigga, what nigga

Aiyyo 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, up the spot
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 ass like I'm kevin nash
every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow
If this was wrestling, be nwo
The same shit, they started out havin the fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same the next night
Starvin, they noticed niggas got talent
Get for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and jump all for my kin
Those are the man, we take 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 swear this year, we do it and we ain't playin fair

[starang] in background*
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
the mic if ya like, show me what 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, 'bout killin em
Simply for the fact we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other side know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole
Sack ya ass, like I'm on soul train
I'm hype, they 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 off, that crown y'all wore, pass it off
ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest in this game

sluggah]
Yo it's down and out, but it's just beginning
of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you runnin
One try to steal but chill, we only
But to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate
Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the
And frame it up, disappear car
Hardcore wars, the fans more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen
It's ville y'all (player wit the stats kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, 'cause all I think about is

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