Luyện nghe bài hát Outkast - Player's Ball

Scene was so thick, low rides, sevilles
El dawgs, nuttin but them
All the players, all the hustlers, I'm about
Black man heaven, yah know what I'm peace

Verse
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 my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The no no it can't cease so i
Begin to my two and two together
Gots no snowy have to
something to do better bet!
I said subtract so shut up
Nonsense about some nine I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't right I'm no matter what the season
Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill with
And got my reasons so tell me what did you
You thought I'd break my neck to help deck the halls oh
Now I got nuther means of celebratin I'm biz to that ho-jo i
Gots the waitin I made it through
To another year ask fo much mo it's outkast
For the boots I you knew so now you know
go

All the players came from far and
Wearing afros and in every gangstar ride
Now I'm to tell yah there's a better day
When the player is happenin on christmas day

two

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

Clever pimpin, never slipin, how it is [check it!]

three

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I 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!] need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin
Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon to let you
Know coz in ninety three that's how we so hoe hoe hoes check my
King ass fro the gin and juice gots me so on

It hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
Cadillac my heart does not go pat for no rat I'm leaning back my
out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I my
Game while waiting count down a five fo a two here comes the one a
Do yah me copy folks spark another one

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