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

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

It's beginnin' to a lot like what?
Follow my step take notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I creep my
my ghetto rep I kept to say
The no no it can't cease so I
Begin to my two and two together
Gots no snowy have to
something to do better bet!
I subtract so shut up that
Nonsense about some nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no matter the season
Forever with spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my so tell 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 I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the waitin' I made it through
To another year 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 gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell there's a better day
When the 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 players do the package is
Closed okay my deck is woofin' is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I no wishes 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 seat they passing herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' clicking the switches side
Ta side for bitches 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 they junkies got to give me
like that, yeah

Clever pimpin', 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
the player ball is happenin' all day every day

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my 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'
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon to let you
Know cause in ninety three 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 serve you then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes I split my
while waiting count down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah me copy folks spark another one

All the players from far and wide
Afros and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day
When the player ball is 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, down for