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 talking
Black man heaven, yah know what I'm peace

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

All the came from far and wide
Wearing afros and in every gangstar ride
Now I'm here to tell yah a better day
When the player ball is on christmas day

two

Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some things more than i
Used ta coz I'm a player doing what the players do the store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus I'm gettin i'm
Gettin curious coz the house is smelling of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no coz the modern folk is in the back gettin tipsy
Off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke havin a smoke out
In my back they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin switches the switches 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 junkie sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me coz
like 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 tick fix me a drink I got the remedy so in
That ham [not!] 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
King ass fro the gin and juice me tipsy so on

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

Here's a little something for all the players out hustling, gettin
Down for theirs, east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
world wide, down for theirs