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 about
Black man heaven yeah what I'm saying? Peace

beginnin' to look a lot like what?
Follow my every take notes
On how I creep I's bout ta go in
This is the way I my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The least no no it can't so I
Begin to my two and two together
no snowy weather have to
Find to do better bet!
I said 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
Forever chill with I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so tell me did you expect?
You thought I'd break my 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 it through
To year can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the boots I thought you so now you know
go

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

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah I do some things more different than I
Used ta I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
okay my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no cause the modern folk is in the back gettin' tipsy
Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova contact smoke they havin' a out
In my back seat they passing herb reminding verses cause in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty
it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me cause
It's that, yeah

Clever pimpin', slipin, that's how it is (check it!)

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

Ain't no chimminies in the so I won't be hangin' my socks on no
Tip how far does it fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in
That ham (not!) don't no ham don't play me like I'm smokin'
I got the money 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 gots me so on
It hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the
We rode 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 folks spark another one

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

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