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

one:
It's beginnin to a lot like what?
my every step take notes
On how I creep i's bout ta go in
This is the way I creep my
my ghetto rep I kept to say
The least no no it can't so i
Begin to piece my two and two
no snowy weather have to
Find something to do bet!
I said so shut up that
Nonsense about solid nine I got say
if it ain't real it
Ain't I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so 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 gettin biz to ho-jo i
Gots the hoochie waitin I made it
To another year cain't ask fo much mo it's
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

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

two

Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some more different than i
Used ta coz I'm a doing what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus I'm gettin i'm
Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of all this
I make no wishes 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 seat they herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the I'm makin switches clicking the switches side
Ta lookin for bitches 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 see what they junkies got to give me coz
like that, yeah

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

Verse

Ain't no 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 the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me 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 fills my body 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 comes the one a
Do yah have me copy folks another one

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