Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

the ballers feud
A thug changes, and changes
That's the ballers
And friends become strangers.

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I know bustas too
This fake fucka been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I he was cool like dru
Always hollerin the crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas wanna hang wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the is true
Everywhere we go the punk hoo you
Makes it kinda for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas only hang wit dru, my
Folk-el, smoke out my range
what?
Fuck these
I it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm luxury cars and plus shit
Benz the lexus the roughest to wit
So you wanna be
You need to get a bitch to you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

There's too many
Too ballas
Too many
Too killas
Too many out mutha fuckas
So now we got the east coast and the coast feudin to see who's

The cleanest fucka is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, buyin too many houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many couches
Who the nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who yo shit and keep goin
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo
Got 20 hoes across livin lavish
is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
A can roll wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk killin
But when that shit goes down, minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and me
But don't try now, you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at notice
First to swang, noses, eyes can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved from
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We from loved ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I don't give no at all
the game
Don't be playin, get right
I shed blood wit this, and that be gone, overnight
This
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a fucka
Slow death, no
Man I love it my mother
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole
quick
Fingers
clit
Piss shit, on yo clit
Niggas know I'm k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it to be
But in all I love, all I love
Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half of me hard
The other part of me
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x