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 what I'm saying?

It's to look a lot like what?
Follow my every step notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
is the way I creep my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The least no no it cease so I
Begin to piece my two and two
Gots no snowy weather to
something to do better bet!
I subtract so shut up that
Nonsense about some nine I got say
if it ain't real it
Ain't right I'm like no what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I with less
And got my reasons so me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all deck the oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm biz to that 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 players came from far and
Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster
Now I'm here to tell there's a better day
When the ball is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah hallelujah 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 deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm serious I'm
curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back 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 side
Ta side for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my broke my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me cause
like that, yeah

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

All the came from far and wide
Wearing Afros and in every gangster ride
Now I'm to tell yeah 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 does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
That ham (not!) need no ham don't play me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the just to let you
Know cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the in my
Cadillac my heart not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of around I split my
Game while waiting count down a fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks another one

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

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