Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know fake mutha fuckas
I some bustas too
fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was cool dru
Always hollerin the crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas wanna hang wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who be framin 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 only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range
What?
these broke-els
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
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 you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The cleanest fucka is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, like buyin too houses
Wit to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
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 hoes across america livin
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like
A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the
You can talk about pimpin, you can about killin
But when that goes down, sound minds 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 notice
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't
pocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved from
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went 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 blood wit this, and that be gone, overnight
hate
Man, be a cold mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my
Now i
See 'em dyin like a fucka
Slow death, no
Man I love it my mother
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' shit
Listen
Fingers
clit
Piss shit, on yo clit
Niggas know I'm k-cash
foldin
You what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
Worse enemy,
are all enemy
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 mash love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
This world like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now part of me hard
The other of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x