Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I know some too
This fake mutha fucka been rukus in my crew
'92
At first I he was cool like dru
Always the dangerous 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 hoo bangin you
it kinda hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range
what?
Fuck broke-els
I it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm drivin luxury cars and shit
the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you be p-i-m-p?
You need to get a to fuck you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The cleanest fucka is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, like buyin too many
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry
Who the mouses nigga, I you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who yo shit and keep goin
An come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across livin lavish
is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
A can roll wit me, or hit the track
You can talk pimpin, you can talk about killin
But that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and me
But try now, 'cause you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at notice
First to swang, hittin noses, can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved from
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 no fucks at all
Cross the
Don't be playin, get right
I shed blood wit this, and that be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em like a mutha fucka
Slow death, no
Man I love it like my
And some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
clit
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas know I'm flossin
foldin
You want I'm holdin, my wife an my life 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 baby an god
This crazy like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half of me hard
The other part of me
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x