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

Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and
'cause I do gotta get money, mad 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 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 tears off ya cry baby, why should I thee
Life as a trife nigga "bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin
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 and show you where I'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be where me grown
Been to places, never strayed away from home
Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time in case
There's another player up in my lane, and I lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss upon board
I'm checkin all of y'all because game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you
Shaving all points just like I told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya half-man
I'll trade your 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 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 drop shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live, up the spot
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 to bomb that ass like I'm kevin nash
'cause every game the same, is tryin to blow
If this was wrestling, be nwo
The same shit, they started out the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that shit right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next
Starvin, finally they noticed got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be
in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, and jump all except for my kin
Those are the man, we take wins
Buy by crook 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 playin

[starang] in background*
Fab 5 mad live up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got
Better that 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 step out on the
Look out in the stands, I see my niggas the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qb, em, thinkin 'bout killin em
Simply for the that we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other side don't starang
Sacrifice just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on train
I'm just hype, testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my force
Give me the and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, that crown wore, pass it off
ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this

[louieville
Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still
One try to steal but chill, we dumbin
But to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate
Makin that call on the ball, send pitch over the wall
And it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen
It's ville (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, 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, y'all at)
Better drop shit if it get too hot
(where y'all at, y'all 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 y'all word up
Fab 5 mad blowin 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 up the spot
in hotter this year
Let the brains blow, up
Ah-ha
Oh oh, up
Heads ain't for the shit we got
Niggas ain't for the shit we got