Luyện nghe bài hát Player Way - Eightball & MJG

No one the unexpected (uh uh)

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

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

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

Now on, on, break o' dawn, stop, I'm too hot
shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you see me in it
there's TV's in it
I can tell by the way you talk and the way you
You foul and if you had you wouldn't get back
You you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
I know you go, everywhere you live at
I be wanna and you be ready to get back
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 dead up, doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
Know for my I was set up
I can't let up, you in some shit don't concern you
Send a bullet through thermal, you know crazy

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I've been 20 minutes baby
Now drop yo
And do something outstandin' with yo
After all waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead
You mo' said than done, give mo' head than
Throw my jacket in the puddle, hell no
If you know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all
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 they real and hold a fake in
You wastin' the
ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin'
Dibs on da strip with toes
As I pull up, cranking is thinking the fat, natural

Plenty workin' for G and whoever next to me
And I ain't gonna rest we made a statement
I'm straight up you want it down? time for a replacement

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