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 I'm talking about
Black man yeah know what I'm saying? Peace

It's beginnin' to look a lot what?
my every step take notes
On how I creep I's bout ta go in
This is the way I my season
Here's my 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 something to do bet!
I subtract so shut up that
Nonsense about solid nine I got say
if it ain't real it
Ain't I'm like no matter what the season
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 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' much mo it's
For the boots I thought you so now you know
go

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

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

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the so I won't 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 don't me like I'm smokin'
Rocks I got the money we the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
Know cause in ninety three how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me so on
It goes hit me ten and 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 indo my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while waiting 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 and braids in every gangster ride
Now I'm here to tell there's a better day
When the player ball is all day every day

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