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 they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's like, what the 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 two-hundred and twenty
I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up like weed and some powder
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas
Spit some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your ears off
Leave you punch-drunk I hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too many off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I thee
Life as a trife sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappin, we it stackin caps
Chill, I pull out my steel and something real happens

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Why you wanna take my kid, like it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you I'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be livin me grown
Been to many places, never 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 wastin in case
There's another up in my lane, and then I lace him
The is taken, drop the loss upon your board
I'm checkin all of y'all your 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 come on down, wit ya team
I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your
Now spit it out, your game is man, shit it out
You're all up in the game and know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what

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

First of all, alcatraz I master my
Got the to bomb that 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 cheese and left, and that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses the same time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got
Get busy for dolo, a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the deep, let it begin
Peep, and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we wins
Buy hook-up by man
Smack you wit a chair if the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin or platinum
I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin

[starang] in background*
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
Better that shit 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
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 we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other don't know starang
Sacrifice just to win the whole game
ya ass, dance like I'm on soul train
I'm just hype, testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, win it for my magnum force
Give me the chance and the ambulance'll 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 frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this

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

Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, me what 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
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
Heads ain't for the shit we got
Niggas ain't for the shit we got