Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I some bustas too
This fake mutha been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you knew
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 bout hangin you, the game is true
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?
Fuck broke-els
I it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm luxury cars and plus shit
the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You need to get a to fuck you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the
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 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 shit goes down, sound minds 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, ready to hoo at moments notice
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you 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
the game
Don't be playin, stoned get
I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone,
hate
Man, could be a mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it like my
And that's some shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
Listen
thick
Lady
Piss shit, on yo clit
know I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You what 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 still in all I love, all I
Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
This crazy like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half part of me
The part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a nigga to god.

*(chorus)* 4x