Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

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

Verse
It's beginnin to 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 ghetto rep I to say
The no no it can't cease so i
to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy have to
Find something to do bet!
I said so shut up that
Nonsense about solid nine I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the
Forever with spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so me what did you expect?
You thought I'd my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got nuther means of I'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
Gots the hoochie waitin I made it
To year cain't ask fo much mo it's outkast
For the boots I thought you so now you know
go

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

two

Hallelujah yah know I do some things more different than i
Used ta coz I'm a player doing what the 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 sick of chitlins 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 smoke they 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 clicking the switches
Ta side lookin for watchin for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see they junkies got to give me coz
It's that, yeah

Clever pimpin, slipin, that's how it is [check it!]

Verse

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I 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 how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check 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
Cadillac my does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I my
Game waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
Do yah have me folks spark another one

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