Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (reprise)

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

beginnin' to look a lot like what?
Follow my every step notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I creep my
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The no no it can't 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 about some solid I got say
if it ain't real it
Ain't right I'm like no matter the season
chill with spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You thought I'd my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got 'nother means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie I made it through
To another year can't ask fo' much mo it's
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

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

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

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I 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 need no ham 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
ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the in my
Cadillac my heart 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 around I split my
while waiting count down 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
Afros and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell there's a better day
the player 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
Know world wide, down for