Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (Original)

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

beginnin' to look a lot like what?
Follow my every take notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I creep my
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 to do better bet!
I said subtract so 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
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I with less
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all deck the oh
Now I got means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the waitin' I made it through
To another year can't ask fo' mo it's Outkast
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

All the players came far and wide
Wearing Afros and in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell 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 I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin' is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of all this
Vicious I make no cause 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 seat they passing herb reminding verses it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see they junkies got to give me cause
like that, yeah

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 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 does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
That ham (not!) don't no ham don't play me like I'm smokin'
I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know cause in ninety three 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 serve 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 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 count down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy spark another one

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

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