Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

Scene was so thick, low rides, sevilles
El dawgs, but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers, I'm talking
Black man heaven, yah what I'm saying? peace

one:
It's to look a lot like what?
Follow my step take notes
On how I creep i's bout ta go in
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
Gots no snowy have to
Find something to do bet!
I said 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 with spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so tell me 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 gettin biz to ho-jo i
Gots the hoochie waitin I it through
To another year ask fo much mo it's outkast
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

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

two

Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some more different than i
ta coz I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my is woofin this is rediculus I'm gettin serious i'm
curious coz the house is smelling 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 hellova contact smoke they a smoke out
In my back seat they herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin for watchin for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to me coz
It's like that,

pimpin, never 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
Rocks I got the money we gots the in the dungeon just to let you
Know coz in ninety that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me so on

It goes hit me ten and 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 cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to see's a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while waiting count a five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah have me folks spark another one

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