Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball

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

It's beginnin' to look a lot like
Follow my step take notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I my season
my ghetto rep I kept to say
The no no it can't cease so I
to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy have to
Find something to do bet!
I said subtract so shut up
about some solid nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no matter the season
Forever chill with I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You thought I'd break my neck to y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it
To year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the boots I thought you knew so now you
go

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

Hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different than I
Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the do the package store is
Closed my deck 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 folk is in the back gettin' tipsy
Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova 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 makin' switches the switches side
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five 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
It's like that,

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I be hangin' my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a I got the remedy so bring in
That ham (not!) don't no ham don't play me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the money we gots the in the dungeon just to let you
Know in ninety three that's 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 I'll you then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes I split my
Game while waiting count down a fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks spark one

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

Here's a something for all the players out there hustling, gettin'
Down for theirs, east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
world wide, down for theirs