Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball

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

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

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

Hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different than I
Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the package is
Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling of chitlins all this
Vicious I no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back gettin' tipsy
Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova contact smoke they a smoke out
In my back seat they passing reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin' for bitches for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my broke my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see they junkies got to give me cause
It's that, yeah

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

All the players from far and wide
Wearing Afros and in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day
When the player ball is all day every day

Ain't no in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my socks on no
Tip how far it tick fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in
That ham (not!) don't need no ham don't play me I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe check my
ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll you then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming 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 five fo' a two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks spark one

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

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