Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Hansun
Got like the Hansons
Bitches come fast and out 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 is a feed I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, them where they standing
You can call the I never get ran in
Blake C. yall get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam is
All that you talk, can it
We own the
Its a
go for money reppin it
it
Everything we on we it
You
Farr in the country where you better get
Yall to get with some veterans

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

(Lil Cease)
Yo Yo Yo
Niggas wanna shit
Push the
See the dough flip from the
Me and Brist about to down the market
Gats spark it
Lie to
Got and bloods that pop ???
B.Rock I'm a die for you
Til day I'm a ride 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 niggas he got to die to
the reala
They talking to the killa
The illa
About to upset New like Reggie Miller
Plus they say you turn thug you killa
Its hard to back when a nigga feel ya
That's why say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
why I say stay back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to my niggas might 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 Kim: the
You don't play around
Lil Kim: Lil
You wanna play around
Lil Kim: at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
You don't play around...with me
Lil uh
No more.......I'll you
Lil uh

(Lil Kim)
Fuck all hoes I blows like suits
Bitches shake my hand
They salute, the
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
Balling Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could this far
From pushing buicks to candle apple red
Niggas think I'm
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and cowboy boots
And be the shit of the night
When I 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
a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this
So I got to a profit
And all the ends I to my mens down in Scarfett
Me and Lil in partuni partners
Laying niggas down carpenters
So us
Like Nikes, we do it
We ameteurs to this shit
We to it
And all the I killed
I them on file
So when there come
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
it how I give it
You talk
We it
Don't it

(Puff)
Stop trying to like her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and till fade