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
Only in a
In a high and drunk
I see you
Never blow my even if its jammin
Is the bitch is a feed I got a
Cock, Lick shots, them where 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
away in the country where you better get
Yall need to get some veterans

(Harve Pierre)
You wanna 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 don't wanna 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 about to lock down the market
Gats 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 pull gack
I'll be 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 killa
The illa
About to New York like Reggie Miller
Plus they say you turn thug you turn
Its hard to back when a nigga feel ya
why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
That's why I say back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my niggas fucking kill ya

(Harve Pierre)
You don't wanna around
You don't wanna around
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 around
Lil Kim: Lil
You don't wanna play
Lil Kim: Coming at ya for the 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 shake my
salute, the leutinent
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia this
like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could this far
From pushing buicks to apple red jaguars
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 come
You be on the side your cups like the bums do
for the queen to put some change in it
I out a g and drop it
With a hundred grand in my pocket
I promoted this
So I got to make a
And all the ends I to my mens down in Scarfett
Me and Lil in partuni partners
Laying niggas like carpenters
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We aint ameteurs to this
We to it
And all the bodies I
I keep them on
So when there anniversaries
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
it how I give it
You shit
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop trying to sound her too

plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff till fade