Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake fuckas
I know bustas too
fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't 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 game is
Everywhere we go the punk hoo you
Makes it kinda hard for me to wit you
That's why niggas hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my rove-el
What?
Fuck these
I hate it niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin luxury cars and shit
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 many
Too many
Too hustlas
Too many
Too many pimped out mutha
So now we got the east coast and the west coast to see who's

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 nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo
Got 20 hoes across 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 about
But when that shit goes down, sound will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try and beat me
But don't try now, 'cause you can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments
First to swang, hittin noses, can't focus
pocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went from ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I don't give no at all
Cross the
be playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit this, and can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my
Now i
See 'em dyin like a mutha
Slow death, no
Man I love it my mother
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole
Listen
Fingers
clit
Piss shit, on yo clit
Niggas I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life
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
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 knife in the of my cause
Now half of me hard
The other of me scarred
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x