Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (Original)

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

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

All the came from far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in every ride
Now I'm here to tell yeah 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 store is
Closed okay my is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes the modern 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 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 for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's 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 me cause
like that, yeah

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

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

no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
That ham (not!) don't need no ham play me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the money we the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know cause in ninety three how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes 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 pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning my
Elbows out the 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 waiting count down a five fo' a three two comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks spark one

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 ball is happenin' all day every day

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