Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball (reprise)

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

It's beginnin' to look a lot like
Follow my every step notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
This is the way I my season
my ghetto rep I kept to say
The no no it can't cease so I
to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy weather to
Find something to do bet!
I said subtract so shut up
Nonsense about solid nine I got say
Crock if it ain't it
Ain't right I'm like no matter what the
Forever with spin I get my fin I chill with less
And got my so tell me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all the halls oh
Now I got 'nother of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I 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 came far and wide
Wearing and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a day
the player ball is happenin' all day every day

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do some things more different I
Used ta cause I'm a doing what the players do the package store is
Closed okay my deck is this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back tipsy
Off the and I's in a hellova contact smoke they havin' a smoke out
In my seat they passing herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches
Ta side lookin' for watchin' for snitches 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 they junkies got to give me cause
It's like that,

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

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

no chimminies in the ghetto 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
That ham (not!) don't need no ham play me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon to let you
Know in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my
ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
It hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the corner 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 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 here the one a
Do yeah have me copy spark another one

All the players came 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

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