Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake mutha
I some bustas too
This fake mutha 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 wanna hang wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is
Everywhere we go the hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda for me to swang wit you
That's why only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, out my range rove-el
What?
these broke-els
I hate it niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm drivin luxury and plus shit
Benz the lexus the 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 playas
Too ballas
Too hustlas
Too killas
Too many out mutha fuckas
So now we got the east and the west coast feudin to see who's

The cleanest mutha is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, like too many houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many couches
Who the nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and goin
An don't back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america lavish
Hatin is a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
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 moments
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes focus
pocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved california
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
be playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit this, and that 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
death, no breath
Man I it like 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 what I'm holdin, my wife an my stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems 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
This crazy world like a knife in the 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