Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball

Scene was so thick low seventy seven Sevilles
El nothin' but them 'llacs
All the all the hustlers I'm talking about
Black man heaven know what I'm saying? Peace

It's beginnin' to look a lot like
Follow my every step 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
Begin to piece my two and two
Gots no snowy have to
Find to do better bet!
I said subtract so up that
Nonsense about some solid I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill less
And got my so tell me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck to y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the waitin' I made it through
To another year can't ask fo' much mo it's
For the boots I thought you so now you know
go

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

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some more different than I
Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the package is
Closed my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back gettin' tipsy
Off the and I's in a hellova contact smoke they havin' a smoke out
In my back they passing herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the I'm makin' switches clicking 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 it's just another day of to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me
It's that, yeah

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

All the came from far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride
Now I'm to tell yeah 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 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'
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the just to let you
Know cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes my
ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body 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 have me copy folks spark another one

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

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