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 talking
Black man heaven, yah know what I'm saying?

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

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

two

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

Clever pimpin, never slipin, how it is [check it!]

three

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a I got the remedy so bring in
That ham [not!] don't no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon 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 now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground a lot of hoes around I split my
while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah have me folks spark another one

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