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

Aiyyo I step in the weighing two-hundred and twenty
I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and powder
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad appear
Spit some shit from my mouth that'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit of smirnov
Rap is rusty, took too many years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I thee
Life as a nigga sayin "bye baby!"
what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something real

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

First of all, alcatraz I master my
Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm nash
'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
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 back the time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed 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 man, we take wins
Buy hook-up by man
Smack you wit a chair if the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the like goin gold or platinum
I swear this year, we do it and we ain't playin fair

*shoutouts in background*
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
the mic if ya like, show me what 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 up my cleats, and then I step 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 that we ain't em
Word up them faggots on the other side know starang
myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance I'm on soul train
I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of
Two minutes, win it for my magnum force
Give me the chance and the ambulance'll em off
We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, it off
ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the and fame
Who will forever remain, the players in this game

[louieville
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, 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
that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall
And frame it up, 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 wanna bunt up, 'cause all I think is homers

Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got
(where y'all at, where at)
Better drop that 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, that?
Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the y'all word up
Fab 5 mad blowin 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
in hotter this year
Let the brains blow, up
ah-ha
Oh oh, up
ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't ready for the we got