Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake mutha
I know some too
fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I he was cool like dru
Always hollerin the crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't hang wit you
'cause of the you do
a thang or two
Talkin bad yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the punk hoo you
it kinda hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range
What?
Fuck broke-els
I hate it when niggas be wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
as hell
Drivin
I'm drivin luxury and plus shit
the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You need to get a bitch to you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

There's too playas
Too many
Too many
Too many
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
if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry
Who the mouses nigga, I think you
Sheadin from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you and yo cabbage
Got 20 across america livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can about pimpin, you can talk about killin
But when that shit goes down, sound will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and me
But don't try now, 'cause you can't see me
22, to hoo ride at moments notice
to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss you moved from california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went from 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, get right
I shed wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
This
Man, could be a cold mutha
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 shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
this shit, on yo clit
Niggas know I'm k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life
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
Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an 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 part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a nigga to god.

*(chorus)* 4x