Luyện nghe bài hát Play Around

(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil

(Mr.Bristal)
Hansun
Got dough the Hansons
Bitches come fast and out Helly Hansen
Mister you will neva catch me dancing
Off the
Only in a
In a high and drunk
I see you
Never blow my cool if its jammin
Is the bitch is a I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, Leave them where they
You can the cops I never 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 reppin it
it
Everything we on we it
You
Farr in the country where you better get
Yall need to get some veterans

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

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

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

(Lil Kim)
Fuck all yall I blows like suits
don't shake my hand
They salute, the
Rich men the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto could come this far
pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas I'm rich
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy
And still be the of the night
When I through
You be on the holding your cups like the bums do
for the queen to put some change in it
I out a g and drop it
With a grand left in my pocket
I promoted shit
So I got to make a
And all the I sends to my mens down in Scarfett
Me and Lil in partuni partners
niggas down like carpenters
So us
Nikes, we just do it
We ameteurs to this shit
We to it
And all the bodies I
I them on file
So when there come
We pop
Ask Chrystal, the child Tow dow!
it how I give it
You shit
We it
Don't it

(Puff)
Stop trying to like her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and till fade