Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

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

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

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

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went loved ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I don't no fucks at all
Cross the
be playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit this, and can't be gone, overnight
This
Man, could be a mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my
Now i
See 'em dyin like a mutha
death, no breath
Man I it like my mother
And some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
clit
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it 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
crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half of me hard
The other of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x