Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven
El dawgs, but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers, I'm about
Black man heaven, yah know what I'm saying?

Verse
It's beginnin to a lot like what?
Follow my every take notes
On how I creep i's bout ta go in
This is the way I creep my
my ghetto rep I kept to say
The least no no it can't so i
Begin to piece my two and two
no snowy weather have to
Find to do better bet!
I said subtract so shut up
about some solid nine I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill with
And got my reasons so me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all the halls oh
Now I got nuther means of celebratin I'm gettin biz to ho-jo i
Gots the hoochie I made it through
To another year cain't ask fo much mo outkast
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

All the came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every ride
Now I'm here to tell yah there's a day
When the player ball is happenin on day

two

Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some things more different i
Used ta coz I'm a player doing the players do the package store is
okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus I'm gettin serious i'm
Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all
Vicious I make no wishes coz the modern is in the back gettin tipsy
Off the nog-en and i's in a contact smoke they havin a smoke out
In my seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin switches clicking the side
Ta lookin for bitches watchin for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the just ain't in me
my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
It's like that,

Clever pimpin, slipin, that's how it is [check it!]

Verse

Ain't no chimminies in the so I won't be hangin my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
That ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me I'm smokin
I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes my
ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on

It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the in my
Cadillac my does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes I split my
Game while waiting count down a five fo a three two comes the one a
Do yah have me copy spark another one

Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling,
Down for theirs, from east point, park, decatur, devrai, you
Know world wide, for theirs