Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Hansun
Got dough the Hansons
Bitches come fast and out like 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 feed I got a
Cock, shots, Leave them where they standing
You can the cops I never get ran in
Blake C. yall get the understanding
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 in the country where you better get
Yall need to get with some

(Harve Pierre)
You don't play around
You don't wanna around
You don't play around...with me
No more.....I'll you
You wanna play around
You don't play around
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 flip the carpet
Me and Brist about to lock down the
Gats they it
Lie to
Got crips and bloods pop ???
B.Rock I'm a die for you
Til day I'm a ride for you
God I die too
When you pull gack
I'll be 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 Reggie Miller
Plus they say you turn thug you turn
Its hard to turn back when a nigga ya
why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
That's why I say stay back, get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my might fucking kill ya

(Harve Pierre)
You don't wanna play
You wanna 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 wanna play
Lil Kim: Lil
You wanna play 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 like
Bitches don't my hand
They salute, the
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could this far
From pushing to candle apple red jaguars
think I'm rich
I could rock a suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots
And be the shit of the night
When I through
You be on the holding your cups like the bums 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 promoted this
So I got to make a
And all the ends I sends to my mens in Scarfett
Me and Lil Cease in partuni
Laying niggas down like
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We aint ameteurs to this
We to it
And all the I killed
I keep them on
So when there come
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
Take it how I it
You talk
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop trying to like her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff fade