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

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

It's to look a lot like what?
Follow my every step take
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I my season
my ghetto rep I kept to say
The least no no it can't so I
Begin to piece my two and two
Gots no weather have to
Find something to do bet!
I said so shut up that
Nonsense about some nine I got say
Crock if it 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 tell me did you expect?
You thought I'd my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it
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 from far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in every gangster
Now I'm here to tell there's a better day
When the player is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah hallelujah 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 this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the folk is in the back gettin' tipsy
Off the and I's in a hellova contact smoke they havin' a smoke out
In my seat they passing herb reminding verses cause it's 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 open on the
my pager 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
my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me cause
It's that, yeah

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

All the players came from far and
Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride
Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin' all day 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 remedy so in
That ham (not!) don't need no ham don't me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you 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 rhyming indo 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 down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks another one

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

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