Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (Original)

Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven
El nothin' 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 a lot like what?
my every step take notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I my season
Here's my rep I kept to say
The no no it can't cease so I
to piece my two and two together
Gots no weather have to
Find to do better bet!
I subtract so shut up that
Nonsense about some 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 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 celebratin' I'm biz to that ho-jo I
the hoochie waitin' I made it through
To year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the I thought you knew so now you know
go

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

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things 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 smelling sick of 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 contact smoke they a smoke out
In my back they passing herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the side
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a 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 me cause
It's that, yeah

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

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

no chimminies 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 money we gots the freaks in the dungeon 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
my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the
We deep we dip to underground 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 folks spark another one

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

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