Luyện nghe bài hát Dirtiest Players in The Game

Word up, up, youknowimsayin
It's like, ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit
(I know I what they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin
Niggas know man, for real for real man
(hennyville, h., top d-o)
Heltah (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 like weed and some powder
The mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear
some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you punch-drunk I hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why I save thee
Life as a trife sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it caps
Chill, 'fore I out my steel and something real happens

dog]
Why you wanna take my life kid, like it nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you I'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me
Been to many places, never strayed away from
Because my home is home, in a still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in
There's player up in my lane, and then I lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss upon your
I'm all of y'all because your game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you
Shaving all your just 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 spit it out, your game is 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 that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live, up the spot
is the mfc, and double-d
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 like I'm kevin
every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow
If was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, started out havin the bullshit fights
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 same time the night
Starvin, they noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a we be wildin
Step in the deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and all except for my kin
are the breaks man, we take wins
Buy by crook man
Smack you wit a if ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the like goin gold 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, 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 from the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin killin em
Simply for the fact we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other don't know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole
ya ass, dance like I'm on soul train
I'm just hype, they me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, win it for my magnum force
Give me the and the ambulance'll drag em off
We off, that crown y'all wore, pass it off
Ain't ya a cheerleader? nigga 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 it's down and out, but really it's just
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth
Yo cleanup is up to bat, you still 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 call on the ball, send that pitch over the
And frame it up, disappear car
Hardcore wars, the 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 live up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
(where y'all at, 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 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 that if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
in hotter this year
Let the blow, word up
Ah-ha
Oh oh, up
ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't for the shit we got