Luyện nghe bài hát Player Way - Eightball & MJG

No one expected the (uh uh)

Something real, something you feel (that's right)
from the Suave House (Bad Boy)
(no doubt)
Put a little soul in
And we don't

No one has to ask who be bad
and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
From Tenn, around the world and than back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home
I flip a Benz, Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins
Low key, plenty ends makes plenty
Baby, I got all the that I need to chief
Smoke up a pound and leave you niggas in disbelief
the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have yo mama on her knees Hallelujeh
Lay it playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
And her friends the boy
of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' boy

[1] - that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love
I'm a player, baby and you forget
You to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub,
The player way, the way

Now on, on, o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look shit, my rock, hype man be in the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you see me in it
'Less TV's in it
I can by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you had styles you wouldn't get
You thinkin' you invincible, you hard to get at
I everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get
I be ready to go to war, you gon' be with that
You be the cat that I run up on and spit at
all crazy and don't know where you hit at
I'm up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
for my Roley I was set up
I can't let up, you in some shit don't concern you
Send a bullet your thermal, you know crazy

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I've been 20 minutes baby
Now yo drawers
And do something outstandin' yo jaws
all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead
You mo' said than done, give mo' head than
my jacket down in the puddle, hell no
If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell
Yeah the women say it's good to a confidant
But yet and they give it up to pimps, once a month
See a lot of these pimp lovers, they they K-man
Front like they real and a fake in
You wastin' the
Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women
Dibs on da strip with toes
As I up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural

Plenty money for G and whoever next to me
And I ain't gonna rest till we made a
I'm straight up you want it down? It's for a replacement

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