Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Hansun
Got dough the Hansons
Bitches come and out like Helly Hansen
Mister Bristal you neva catch me dancing
Off the
in a mansion
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, Lick shots, Leave them where they
You can the cops I never get ran in
Call Blake C. yall get the
Who my man is, who the fam is
All bullshit you talk, can it
We own the
Its a
Niggas go for money it
it
Everything we on we it
You
away in the country where you better get
Yall need to get some veterans

(Harve Pierre)
You don't play around
You don't wanna around
You wanna play around...with me
No more.....I'll you
You don't play around
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 flip from the carpet
Me and Brist to lock down the market
Gats spark it
Lie to
Got crips and that 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 niggas he got to die to
the reala
They talking to the roach
The illa
to upset New York like Reggie Miller
Plus they say you turn thug you turn
Its hard to turn when a nigga feel ya
That's why they say don't nobody know you til kill ya
That's why I say stay back, don't get to
Cause if you get to close my might fucking kill ya

(Harve Pierre)
You wanna play around
You don't play around
Lil another
You wanna play around...with me
Lil da queen b
No more.......I'll you
Lil Kim: the
You don't play around
Lil Kim: Lil
You don't wanna play
Lil Kim: at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
You don't wanna 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 of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could this far
pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas I'm rich
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy
And be the shit of the night
I come through
You be on the side your cups like the bums do
Waiting for the queen to put some in it
I out a g and drop it
With a hundred grand in my pocket
I promoted shit
So I got to a profit
And all the ends I sends to my mens in Scarfett
Me and Lil Cease in partuni
Laying niggas like carpenters
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We aint ameteurs to shit
We to it
And all the bodies I
I keep them on
So when anniversaries come
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
Take it how I it
You shit
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop to sound like her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff fade