Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I know bustas too
This fake mutha been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At I thought he was cool like dru
Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only
niggas don't wanna hang wit you
'cause of the you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is
Everywhere we go the hoo bangin you
Makes it hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas only hang wit dru, my
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
Drivin
I'm luxury cars and plus shit
Benz the the roughest to fuck wit
So you be p-i-m-p?
You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the
What if you stumbles, like too many houses
Wit to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
Who the nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and goin
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live that
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can about 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, '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
because you moved from california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went loved ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I give 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 cold mutha
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em like a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I it like my mother
And that's cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
Listen
Fingers
Lady
Piss shit, on yo clit
Niggas know I'm k-cash
foldin
You want I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be
But in all I love, all I love
Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an outta love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My baby an god
This world like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now part of me hard
The other of me scarred
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x