Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball [Original Version]

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

It's beginnin' to look a lot what?
Follow my every step notes
On how I creep I's bout ta go in
This is the way I my season
Here's my rep I kept to say
The no no it can't cease so I
Begin to piece my two and two
no snowy weather have to
Find something to do bet!
I subtract so shut up that
Nonsense about some solid I got say
if it ain't real it
Ain't right I'm like no 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 help y'all deck the oh
Now I got means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I 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 from far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in every ride
Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day
the player ball is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different than I
Used ta cause I'm a player doing what the do the package store is
Closed okay my is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all
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 seat they passing herb reminding verses cause in the air I
Hit the hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide on the
Freeway my pager my vibe cause a junkie 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 they junkies got to give me cause
It's like that,

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

All the came from far and wide
Afros and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day
the player ball is happenin' all day every day

Ain't no 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 like I'm
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon to let you
Know cause in 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
Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body the party
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 copy folks another one

All the came from far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in every 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 for all the players out there hustling, gettin'
for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
Know world wide, for theirs