Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake mutha
I know some too
This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my
'92
At first I thought he was like 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 is true
we go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda for me to swang wit you
That's why only 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 and plus shit
Benz the lexus the roughest to 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 ballas
Too hustlas
Too many
Too pimped out mutha fuckas
So now we got the east and the west coast feudin to see who's

The cleanest 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 nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and goin
An don't come back, 'cause done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta like that
A can roll wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about
But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be
When you die and comeback, you can try again and beat me
But don't try now, 'cause you can't see me
22, ready to hoo at moments notice
First to swang, hittin noses, can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss you moved from california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We from loved ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I give no fucks at all
Cross the
Don't be playin, get right
I shed blood wit this, and can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold mutha
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my
Now i
See 'em dyin a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it my mother
And that's some cold shit, I'm on mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas know I'm flossin
Cash
You want I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
Worse enemy,
are all enemy
Richeously, this life fo' me 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 crazy world like a knife in the of my cause
Now half part of me
The other of me scarred
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x