Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Sipping
Got dough 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
Never blow my cool even if its
Is the bitch is a I got a cannon
Cock, shots, Leave them where they standing
You can call the cops I 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 need to get with veterans

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

(Lil Cease)
Yo Yo Yo
wanna start shit
Push the
See the dough from the carpet
Me and Brist about to lock 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 that gack
be right besides you
To you
On who to hit and not to
If a guilty he got to die to
the reala
They talking to the roach
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 they say don't nobody know you til sombody ya
That's why I say back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking ya

(Harve Pierre)
You don't play around
You don't wanna play
Lil another
You don't wanna around...with me
Lil da queen b
No more.......I'll you
Lil Kim: the
You don't wanna play
Lil Kim: Lil
You don't wanna around
Lil Coming 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 suits
Bitches don't shake my
salute, the leutinent
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind
Balling like
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come far
From pushing to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas think I'm
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry and some cowboy boots
And be the shit of the night
When I come
You be on the side holding your cups like the do
Waiting for the queen to put some in it
I pull out a g and it
With a hundred left in my pocket
I this shit
So I got to a profit
And all the I sends to my mens down in Scarfett
Me and Lil in partuni partners
Laying down like carpenters
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We aint ameteurs to shit
We to it
And all the I killed
I keep them on
So when there anniversaries
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the golden Tow dow!
it how I give it
You shit
We it
Don't it

(Puff)
Stop trying to sound her too

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