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
Niggas always man, for real for real man
(hennyville, h., top d-o)
Heltah (sean price) sean p!!

Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and
'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 just weed and some powder
The iron mike of rap shit, mad niggas appear
Spit some shit from my piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of
Rap is rusty, took too many years off
ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save thee
Life as a nigga sayin "bye baby!"
what the rapidness rappin, we make 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 where I'm
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me
to many places, never strayed away from home
Because my home is home, in a still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point no time wastin in case
There's another player up in my lane, and then I him
The is taken, drop the loss upon your board
I'm checkin all of because your game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you
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 on your knees
Now spit it out, game is weak man, shit it out
You're all up in the and don't know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, nigga

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me 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
This is the mfc, and
In the ninety-now, we lock it

First of all, alcatraz I my craft
Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm kevin
'cause every the same, niggas is tryin to blow
If was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, they started out the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses the same time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed got talent
Get busy for dolo, a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring deep, let it
Peep, creep and jump all for my kin
are the breaks man, we take wins
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 ain't fair

[starang] in background*
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 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 niggas from the
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 side don't know starang
myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on soul
I'm hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my 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 ain't frontin, fuck the and fame
Who will remain, the dirtiest players in this game

sluggah]
Yo it's down and out, but really it's 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 gate as he steps to the
Makin that call on the ball, send pitch over the wall
And frame it up, disappear car
Hardcore wars, the fans more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen
It's ville (player wit the stats they kill for)
wanna 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 y'all at, y'all at)
Better that shit if it get too hot
(where at, where y'all at)
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
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, me what ya got
drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Steppin in hotter this
Let the blow, word up
ah-ha
Oh oh, up
Heads ain't ready for the we got
ain't ready for the shit we got