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 look a lot like
Follow my every take notes
On how I i's bout ta go in deep
is the way I creep my season
Here's my rep I kept to say
The least no no it can't 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 nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I 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
the hoochie waitin I made it through
To another year ask fo much mo it's outkast
For the I thought you knew so now you know
go

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

two

Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some things more different i
Used ta coz I'm a player what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus I'm serious i'm
curious coz the house is smelling sick 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 seat they passing reminding verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm switches clicking the switches side
Ta side 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 just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me coz
It's like that,

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

Verse

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my 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 like I'm
Rocks I got the we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know coz in three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice me tipsy so on

It goes hit me ten and serve you then 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 I split my
Game while waiting count a five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah have me copy folks spark one

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