Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Sipping
Got like the Hansons
Bitches come and out like Helly Hansen
Bristal you will neva catch me dancing
Off the
in a mansion
In a high and drunk
I see you
Never blow my even if its jammin
Is the is a feed I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, Leave them they standing
You can call the cops I 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
go for money reppin it
it
Everything we on we it
You
Farr away in the country where you get
Yall need to get some veterans

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

(Lil Cease)
Yo Yo Yo
Niggas wanna shit
the button
See the dough from the carpet
Me and Brist about to lock down the
Gats they it
Lie to
Got and bloods 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
be right besides you
To you
On who to hit and not to
If a guilty he got to die to
Thats the
They talking to the killa
The illa
About to upset New York like Reggie
Plus they say you turn you turn killa
Its hard to turn back a nigga feel ya
That's why they say don't nobody you til sombody kill ya
That's why I say back, don't get to familiar
if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya

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

(Lil Kim)
Fuck all yall I blows like suits
Bitches don't my hand
They salute, the
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind
Balling like
Didn't think a bitch could come this far
From buicks to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas I'm rich
I rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots
And still be the shit of the
When I come
You be on the holding your cups like the bums do
Waiting for the queen to put change in it
I out a g and drop it
a hundred grand 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 niggas like carpenters
So us
Like Nikes, we do it
We aint to this shit
We to it
And all the bodies I
I keep them on
So when there anniversaries
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
Take it how I it
You shit
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop trying to sound her too

Chrous plus ad libs Lil Kim and Puff till fade