Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (Original)

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

It's beginnin' to look a lot like
Follow my step take notes
On how I I's bout ta go in deep
This is the way I my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The no no it can't cease so I
Begin to piece my two and two
no snowy weather have to
Find to do better bet!
I said so shut up that
Nonsense some solid nine I got say
Crock if it real 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 my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it
To another year can't ask fo' much mo Outkast
For the boots I thought you knew so now you
go

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

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different I
Used ta cause I'm a player doing the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the 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 cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the side
Ta side lookin' for watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie sixty
Five just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me cause
It's that, yeah

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be my socks on no
Tip how far it tick fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in
ham (not!) don't need no ham don't play me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the we gots the freaks in the dungeon just 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 gots me 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 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 waiting count down a five fo' a three two here the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks another one

All the players came far and wide
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 something for all the out there hustling, gettin'
Down for theirs, from east point, park, decatur, devrai, you
world wide, down for theirs