Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I know bustas too
This fake mutha fucka causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you knew
Them don't wanna hang wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the hoo bangin you
it kinda hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas only hang wit dru, my
Folk-el, smoke out my range
What?
Fuck broke-els
I hate it niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm drivin luxury cars and plus
Benz the the roughest to fuck wit
So you be p-i-m-p?
You to get a bitch to fuck you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The mutha 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 mouses nigga, I think you
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and goin
An don't come back, 'cause they sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes america livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk killin
But that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, you can try again and beat me
But don't try now, you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes focus
pocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you from california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We from loved ones, on the way up
To no at all
to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all
Cross the
be playin, stoned get right
I blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, be a cold mutha fucka
Close friends, as cat scan, love 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a mutha
death, no breath
Man I love it like my
And that's cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas I'm flossin k-cash
foldin
You what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this life fo' me as bad as it seems to be
But still in all I love, all I
my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
This crazy world like a in the heart of my cause
Now half part of me
The part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x