Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know fake mutha fuckas
I know some too
This fake mutha fucka causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
Always hollerin the crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't wanna wit you
'cause of the you do
a thang or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin hangin you, the game is true
we go the punk 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 range
what?
Fuck these
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin cars and plus shit
the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You to get a bitch to fuck you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The cleanest mutha is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, like buyin too houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry
Who the mouses nigga, I you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo and keep goin
An don't back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america livin
is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about
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, 'cause you niggas see me
22, to hoo ride at moments notice
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes focus
Hocus
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
Don't be playin, stoned get
I shed wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a fucka
death, no breath
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
know I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my an my life stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be
But still in all I love, all I
Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My baby an god
This crazy world like a in the heart of my cause
Now part of me hard
The part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a nigga to god.

*(chorus)* 4x