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

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

It's to look a lot like what?
my every step take notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
is the way I creep my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The least no no it cease so I
Begin to piece my two and two
Gots no snowy have to
something to do better bet!
I said so shut up that
Nonsense some solid nine I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill less
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You thought I'd break my neck to y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it
To another year ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the I thought you knew so now you know
go

All the players from far and wide
Wearing Afros and braids in every 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 player doing what the players do the store is
Closed okay my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the gettin' tipsy
Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova contact smoke they a smoke out
In my back seat 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 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
it's 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 me cause
It's like that,

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

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

no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my socks on no
Tip how far it tick fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in
That ham (not!) don't need no ham don't play me like I'm
Rocks I got the money we 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 juice me tipsy 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 fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to see's a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while waiting count a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks another one

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

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