Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

Word up, word up,
It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do fab 5 shit
(I know I know what they ask you, fab 5 comin out)
it's like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin
Niggas always know man, for 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 get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my 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 from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin 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 rapidness rappin, we make it stackin
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something happens

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Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't
Had to put it down and show you where I'm
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me
Been to many places, never strayed from home
my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point no time wastin in case
another 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 your is so fraud
me top dog, the big cahuna 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 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 know the shit is 'bout
out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the
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
This is the mfc, and
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 that ass like I'm kevin nash
'cause every game the same, niggas is tryin to
If was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, they started out havin the fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit
Made a little cheese and left, and shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses the same time the next night
Starvin, they noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a we be wildin
in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we take
Buy hook-up by man
Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref lookin
Winnin the belt's goin gold or platinum
I swear this year, we gon' do it and we playin fair

[starang] in background*
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, 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
out in the stands, I see my niggas from the 'ville
I keep my eye on qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout killin em
Simply for the fact that we feelin em
Word up them on the other side don't know starang
myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance I'm on soul train
I'm just hype, testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my force
me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, it off
Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest in this game

[louieville
Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still
One try to steal but chill, we dumbin
But back to ya enter, at the gate as he steps to the plate
that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall
And it up, disappear car door
wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen
It's ville y'all (player wit the they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, 'cause all I about is homers

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