Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

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

Verse
It's to look a lot like what?
my every step take notes
On how I creep i's ta go in deep
This is the way I my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The least no no it cease so i
Begin to piece my two and two
no snowy weather have to
Find something to do bet!
I said subtract so up that
Nonsense about some solid I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't right I'm no matter what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill less
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You thought I'd my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got nuther means of I'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
the hoochie waitin I made it through
To another cain't ask fo much mo it's outkast
For the boots I thought you knew so now you
go

All the players came far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar
Now I'm to tell yah there's a better day
When the ball is happenin on christmas 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 is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back tipsy
Off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they 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 switches clicking the switches
Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for 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 spirit ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my see what they junkies got to give me coz
It's that, yeah

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 fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in
ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin
Rocks I got the money we 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 now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes I split my
Game waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah me copy folks spark another one

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