Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

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

Verse
It's beginnin to a lot like what?
Follow my every 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
Gots no snowy weather to
Find something to do bet!
I said so shut up that
Nonsense about some nine I got say
if it ain't real it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the
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 break my neck to help y'all deck the oh
Now I got means of celebratin I'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
the hoochie waitin I made it through
To another year cain't ask fo much mo it's
For the I thought 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 ball is 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 this is I'm gettin serious i'm
Gettin curious coz the house is sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes coz the folk is in the back gettin tipsy
Off the nog-en and i's in a contact smoke 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 I'm makin switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches I'm wide on the
my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of to me the spirit just ain't in me
my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
It's like that,

pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]

Verse

no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my socks on no
Tip how far it tick 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 gots the freaks in the just to let you
Know coz in three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on

It goes hit me ten and serve you then now we in the corner in my
my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of around I split my
Game while 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 something for all the players out hustling, gettin
Down for theirs, from point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
Know world wide, for theirs