Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Ball

Scene was so thick low rides seventy seven
El Dawgs nothin' but them
All the players all the I'm talking about
Black man heaven yeah know what I'm saying?

It's beginnin' to look a lot like
my every step take notes
On how I creep I's ta go in deep
is the way I creep my season
Here's my ghetto rep I to say
The no no it can't cease so I
Begin to piece my two and two
no snowy weather have to
Find something to do bet!
I said subtract so up that
Nonsense some solid nine I got say
Crock if it real it
Ain't right I'm 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 my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
Now I got means of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I
Gots the hoochie waitin' I it through
To another year ask fo' much mo it's Outkast
For the boots I thought you knew so now you
go

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

Hallelujah hallelujah yeah know I do things more different than I
ta cause I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
Closed my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm
Gettin' curious cause the house is sick of chitlins all this
Vicious I make no wishes cause the modern 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 reminding verses cause it's in the air I
Hit the hit the cuts I'm makin' switches clicking the switches side
Ta side for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm wide open on the
Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a junkie is a junkie three
Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they got to give me cause
like that, yeah

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

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

Ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin' my 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
Cadillac my does not go pitty 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 a lot of hoes around I split my
Game while waiting count a five fo' a three two here comes the one a
Do yeah have me copy spark another one

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

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