Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (reprise)

Scene was so thick low rides seventy Sevilles
El Dawgs but them 'llacs
All the all the hustlers I'm talking about
Black man heaven yeah know what I'm 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 creep my
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 to do better bet!
I said so shut up that
about some solid nine I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't right I'm like no what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill with
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 I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the waitin' I made it through
To another can't ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
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 yeah there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin' all day day

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different I
Used ta I'm a player doing what the players 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
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the gettin' tipsy
Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova smoke they havin' a smoke out
In my back seat they passing herb reminding cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the I'm makin' switches clicking the switches side
Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm open on the
Freeway my pager broke my cause a junkie is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me cause
It's like that,

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the so I won't be hangin' my socks on no
Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
ham (not!) don't need no ham don't play 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 goes hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo my body where's the party
We rode we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while count down a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy folks spark one

All the players 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 all day every day

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