Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (reprise)

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

It's beginnin' to look a lot what?
Follow my every take notes
On how I creep I's bout ta go in
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 snowy weather to
Find to do better bet!
I subtract so shut up that
about 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 me what did you expect?
You thought I'd my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie I made it through
To another year can't ask fo' 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 is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things different than 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 gettin' I'm
Gettin' curious the house is smelling 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 they herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the side
Ta lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a is a junkie three sixty
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see they junkies got to give me cause
It's like that,

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

All the players 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 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 tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in
That ham (not!) don't need no ham don't play me I'm smokin'
I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know cause in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe 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
my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I my
Game while waiting count down a five fo' a two here 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 tell yeah a better day
When the player ball is all day every day

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