Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Sipping
Got like the Hansons
Bitches fast and out like Helly Hansen
Mister Bristal you will neva catch me
Off the
Only in a
In a party high and
I see you
Never blow my cool even if its
Is the bitch is a I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, Leave them they standing
You can call the I never get ran in
Call Blake C. 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 reppin it
it
Everything we on we it
You
Farr away in the where you better get
Yall need to get with veterans

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

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

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

(Lil Kim)
Fuck all yall hoes I blows suits
Bitches shake my hand
They salute, the
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could this far
From pushing buicks to candle red jaguars
Niggas I'm rich
I could rock a suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots
And still be the shit of the
When I through
You be on the side holding your cups like the do
Waiting for the queen to put some in it
I out a g and drop it
With a hundred left in my pocket
I this shit
So I got to make a
And all the ends I sends to my mens in Scarfett
Me and Lil Cease in partuni
Laying niggas down carpenters
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We ameteurs to this shit
We to it
And all the bodies I
I keep them on
So there anniversaries come
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
Take it how I it
You talk
We it
forget it

(Puff)
Stop trying to sound her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff fade