Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake mutha
I some bustas too
fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only
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
we go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda hard for me to wit you
That's why only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my rove-el
what?
Fuck these
I hate it when be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm drivin cars and plus shit
Benz the lexus the 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 ballas
Too hustlas
Too killas
Too many out mutha fuckas
So now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see

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 furry
Who the nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america livin
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 about killin
But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try and beat me
But try now, 'cause you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at notice
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes focus
pocus
Now 25 on ya
because you moved from 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
the game
Don't be playin, get right
I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone,
hate
Man, be a cold mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em like a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it like my
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole
Listen
Fingers
clit
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas know I'm flossin
foldin
You want I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it 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 crazy like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half of me hard
The other of me scarred
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x