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

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

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 my season
Here's my ghetto rep I 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 said subtract so shut up
Nonsense some solid nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the
Forever chill with I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You I'd break 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 waitin' I made it through
To another year can't ask fo' much mo it's
For the boots I thought you knew so now you
go

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

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah 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 deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all
I make no wishes cause 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 it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin' for watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a is a junkie three 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
It's like that,

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I be hangin' 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 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 gots me tipsy so on
It hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the corner 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 hoes around I my
Game while waiting count a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do have me copy folks spark another one

All the players came 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

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