Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball

Scene was so thick low rides seven Sevilles
El Dawgs but them 'llacs
All the players all the hustlers I'm about
Black man heaven yeah what I'm saying? Peace

It's beginnin' to a lot like what?
Follow my every step notes
On how I creep I's bout ta go in
This is the way I my season
Here's my rep I kept to say
The least no no it can't so I
Begin to my two and two together
no snowy weather have to
Find to do better bet!
I said subtract so shut up
Nonsense about some solid I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the
Forever chill spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so tell me did you expect?
You thought I'd my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to ho-jo I
Gots the waitin' I made it through
To another can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the I thought you knew so now you know
go

All the players came far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster
Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day
the player ball is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah hallelujah know I do some things more different than I
Used ta I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the gettin' tipsy
Off the nog-en and I's in a contact smoke they havin' a smoke out
In my back seat they passing herb reminding verses cause in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin' for watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty
it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they got to give me cause
like that, yeah

Clever pimpin', never slipin, how it is (check it!)

All the players came from far and
Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster
Now I'm here to yeah there's a better day
When the player ball is all day every day

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my on no
Tip how far does it fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in
That ham (not!) need no ham don't play me like I'm smokin'
I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know cause in ninety three how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and serve you then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to see's a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while count down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks spark one

All the players from far and wide
Afros and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell there's a better day
When the player is happenin' all day every day

Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling,
for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
Know world wide, for theirs