Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

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

one:
It's beginnin to look a lot what?
my every step take notes
On how I creep i's ta go in deep
This is the way I creep my
Here's my rep I kept to say
The least no no it cease so i
to piece my two and two together
Gots no weather have to
Find something to do bet!
I said subtract so up that
Nonsense about some nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no what the season
chill with spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so me what did you expect?
You I'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got means of celebratin I'm gettin biz to that 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 thought you so now you know
go

All the came from far and wide
Wearing afros and in every gangstar ride
Now I'm to tell yah there's a better 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 deck is woofin is rediculus I'm gettin serious i'm
Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of all this
Vicious I make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the gettin tipsy
Off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact they havin a smoke out
In my back seat they passing herb verses coz it's in the air i
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin switches clicking the side
Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me coz
It's that, yeah

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 does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
That ham [not!] need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon to let you
Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes my
King ass fro the gin and 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 indo 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 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, from east point, park, decatur, devrai, you
world wide, down for theirs