Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Sipping
Got dough like the
Bitches fast and out like Helly Hansen
Mister Bristal you neva catch me dancing
Off the
Only in a
In a party high and
I see you
blow my cool even if its jammin
Is the bitch is a I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, them where they standing
You can the cops I never get ran in
Call C. yall get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam is
All that you talk, can it
We own the
Its a
Niggas go for reppin it
it
Everything we on we it
You
Farr away in the country you better get
Yall to get with some veterans

(Harve Pierre)
You don't wanna play
You wanna play around
You don't play around...with me
No more.....I'll you
You don't wanna around
You don't wanna around
You don't wanna around...with me
No more.....I'll you

(Lil Cease)
Yo Yo Yo
wanna start shit
Push the
See the dough flip the carpet
Me and Brist about to down the market
they spark it
Lie to
Got crips and bloods pop ???
B.Rock I'm a die for you
Til this day I'm a for you
God I die too
When you pull that
I'll be besides you
To you
On who to hit and not to
If a guilty he got to die to
Thats the
talking to the roach killa
The illa
to upset New York like Reggie Miller
Plus say you turn thug you turn killa
Its hard to back when a nigga feel ya
That's why say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
That's why I say back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my niggas fucking kill ya

(Harve Pierre)
You don't play around
You wanna play around
Lil another
You don't wanna around...with me
Lil Kim: da b
No more.......I'll you
Lil the extraodinaire
You wanna play around
Lil Lil Cease
You don't wanna play
Lil Kim: at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
You wanna play around...with me
Lil uh
No more.......I'll you
Lil uh

(Lil Kim)
Fuck all yall hoes I blows like
Bitches don't shake my
salute, the leutinent
Rich men the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
Balling Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch come this far
pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas I'm rich
I could rock a fubu suit...a kangol and some cowboy boots
And be the shit of the night
I come through
You be on the side holding cups like the bums do
Waiting for the queen to put some in it
I out a g and drop it
With a hundred left in my pocket
I this shit
So I got to make a
And all the ends I sends to my mens down in
Me and Lil in partuni partners
Laying down like carpenters
So us
Like Nikes, we do it
We ameteurs to this shit
We to it
And all the bodies I
I keep on file
So there anniversaries come
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the golden Tow dow!
Take it how I it
You talk
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop trying to like her too

Chrous plus ad libs Lil Kim and Puff till fade