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 I know what 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 gotta get money, mad dudes wanna me
But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my
The combination'll fuck you up just weed and some powder
The iron mike of rap shit, mad niggas appear
some shit from my mouth 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
Wipe ya off ya cry baby, why should I save thee
Life as a trife nigga "bye baby!"
what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something happens

dog]
Why you wanna my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you I'm from
is the place and will be livin where me grown
Been to many places, strayed away from home
Because my is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point no time wastin in case
There's player up in my lane, and then I lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so you know
Shaving all points just like I told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya team
I'll your half-man 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 what the is 'bout
out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga

Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the
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
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 bomb that ass like I'm nash
'cause every game the same, 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 rockin the bullshit
Made a little and left, and that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the time the next night
Starvin, finally noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, 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 lookin
Winnin the like goin gold or platinum
I swear year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin fair

*shoutouts in background*
Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
Better drop 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 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 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
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on train
I'm just hype, they me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, win it for my magnum force
Give me the chance and the 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 frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the players in this game

sluggah]
Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning
of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning
Yo is up to bat, what you still runnin
One try to steal but chill, we only
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, car door
wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen
ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, 'cause all I think is homers

Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me ya got
(where at, where y'all at)
Better drop shit if it get too hot
(where y'all at, y'all at)
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember
Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best word up
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the
Steppin in hotter this
Let the brains blow, up
Ah-ha
Oh oh, up
Heads ready for the shit we got
Niggas ready for the shit we got