Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Sipping
Got dough the Hansons
Bitches come fast and out like Helly
Mister Bristal you will catch me dancing
Off the
Only in a
In a party and drunk
I see you
Never blow my even if its jammin
Is the bitch is a I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, Leave them they standing
You can call the cops I get ran in
Call C. yall get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam is
All that you talk, can it
We own the
Its a
Niggas go for money it
it
Everything we on we it
You
Farr away in the country where you get
need to get with some veterans

(Harve Pierre)
You don't play around
You wanna play around
You don't play around...with me
No more.....I'll you
You wanna play around
You wanna play around
You wanna play around...with me
No more.....I'll you

(Lil Cease)
Yo Yo Yo
Niggas wanna start
Push the
See the flip from the carpet
Me and Brist about to lock down the
Gats spark it
Lie to
Got crips and bloods pop ???
B.Rock I'm a die for you
Til this day I'm a for you
God I die too
you pull that gack
I'll be besides you
To you
On who to hit and not to
If a niggas he got to die to
the reala
They talking to the roach
The illa
About to upset New York like Miller
Plus they say you turn thug you killa
Its hard to turn when a nigga feel ya
That's why say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
why I say stay back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my niggas fucking kill ya

(Harve Pierre)
You don't play around
You don't play around
Lil Kim:
You don't play around...with me
Lil da queen b
No more.......I'll you
Lil the extraodinaire
You wanna play around
Lil Lil Cease
You don't wanna play
Lil Kim: at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
You wanna play around...with me
Lil uh
No more.......I'll you
Lil uh

(Lil Kim)
all yall hoes I blows like suits
Bitches don't my hand
salute, the leutinent
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind
Balling like
Didn't a ghetto bitch could come this far
From buicks to candle apple red jaguars
think I'm rich
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and cowboy boots
And be the shit of the night
When I through
You be on the side holding cups like the bums do
Waiting for the queen to put some in it
I pull out a g and it
a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this
So I got to a profit
And all the ends I sends to my down in Scarfett
Me and Lil in partuni partners
Laying niggas down carpenters
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We aint to this shit
We to it
And all the bodies I
I them on file
So when there anniversaries
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the golden Tow dow!
it how I give it
You talk
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop trying to sound her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff till