Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know fake mutha fuckas
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 dangerous crew, but if you only
Them don't wanna hang wit you
'cause of the you do
a thang or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be you
thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the punk hoo you
Makes it kinda hard for me to wit you
why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my rove-el
What?
these broke-els
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because only end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin luxury cars and plus
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 many
Too ballas
Too many
Too many
Too many pimped out mutha
So now we got the east coast and the west feudin to see who's

The cleanest mutha is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, like too many houses
Wit to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
Who the nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep
An come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes america livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live that
A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about
But when that goes down, sound minds will be revealin
you die and comeback, maybe 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 because you moved california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went from ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I don't give no at all
the game
Don't be playin, stoned get
I shed blood wit this, and can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my
Now i
See 'em like a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it like my
And that's some cold shit, I'm on mo' swole shit
Listen
thick
Lady
this shit, on yo clit
Niggas know I'm k-cash
foldin
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life
enemy, authority
Police are all
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 outta
Do it fo ya'll, all
My baby an god
This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my
Now part of me hard
The part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x