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

Aiyyo I step in the ring two-hundred and twenty
'cause I do get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad appear
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, took too many off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save
Life as a nigga sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and real happens

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

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, up the spot
This is the mfc, and
In the ninety-now, we it down
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 that ass 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 bullshit
Like we had the bullshit shows the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the time the next night
Starvin, finally they niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring deep, let it
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 ain't
Winnin the belt's like goin or platinum
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, me what ya got
Better drop shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live 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 niggas from the
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, 'bout killin em
for the fact that we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other side know starang
Sacrifice just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance I'm on soul train
I'm just hype, they me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum
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 players in this game

sluggah]
Yo it's down and out, but really just beginning
of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you 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 on the ball, send that pitch over the wall
And it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans more
me out, lookin on the big screen billboard
It's ville y'all (player wit the they kill for)
Don't bunt 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 that if it get too hot
(where y'all at, where at)
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, that?
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, me what ya got
Better drop that 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
Heads ain't for the shit we got
Niggas ready for the shit we got