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

Scene was so thick low seventy seven Sevilles
El Dawgs nothin' but '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 notes
On how I I's bout 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 weather to
Find something to do bet!
I subtract so shut up that
about some solid nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no what the season
chill 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 y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that I
Gots the waitin' I made it through
To another year can't ask fo' much mo Outkast
For the boots I thought you knew so now you
go

All the players came from far and
Wearing and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to yeah 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 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 smelling of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern 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 cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' clicking the switches side
Ta lookin' 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 spirit ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me
It's that, yeah

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

All the players came from far and
Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a day
When the player 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 fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring 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
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 hit me ten and I'll serve 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 rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of around I split my
Game while waiting count a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy spark another one

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

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