Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball

Scene was so low rides seventy seven Sevilles
El Dawgs nothin' but them
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 what?
Follow my every step take
On how I creep I's bout ta go in
is the way I creep my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The least no no it cease so I
to piece my two and two together
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 with spin I get my fin I chill with
And got my so tell me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck to help deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie I made it through
To year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

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 is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah I do some things more different than I
Used ta cause I'm a doing what the players do the package store 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 make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the gettin' tipsy
Off the and I's in a hellova contact smoke they havin' a smoke out
In my back seat they 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 snitches I'm open on the
Freeway my pager broke my 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 junkies got to give me
It's like that,

Clever pimpin', slipin, that's how it is (check it!)

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

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink I got the remedy so 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
cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me so on
It hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I 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 came from far and
Afros and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin' all day day

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