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

Aiyyo I in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty
I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas
Spit some shit from my piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
you punch-drunk when 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 save
as a trife nigga sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and real happens

[top
Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't
Had to put it down and you where I'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me
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 line no time wastin in case
There's another player up in my lane, and I lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss upon your
I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you
Shaving all your points like I told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya half-man
I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your
Now spit it out, game is weak man, shit it out
You're all up in the game and don't know the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the
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
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 like I'm kevin
'cause every game the same, 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 rockin the mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that shit ain't
But had our monkey-asses back the same the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got
Get for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and jump all for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we take
Buy hook-up by man
Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't
Winnin the belt's like 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
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 I step out on the field
out in the stands, I see my niggas from the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout 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, testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my force
Give me the chance and the drag em off
We blastin off, that y'all wore, pass 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 it's down and out, but really it's just
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth
Yo is up to bat, what you still runnin
One try to steal but chill, we only
But to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate
Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch the wall
And it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans demand
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 blowin up the
Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got
(where y'all at, where at)
Better drop shit if it get too hot
(where y'all at, y'all at)
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember
Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best y'all up
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
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
ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't ready for the we got