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 best friends strangers.

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake mutha
I know bustas 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 knew
niggas don't wanna hang wit you
'cause of the you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be you
Niggas thinkin bout you, the game is true
we go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas only wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range
What?
Fuck broke-els
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm drivin luxury cars and plus
Benz the the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the
What if you stumbles, buyin 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 keep
An come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america lavish
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 talk about
But when that shit down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try and beat me
But don't try now, you niggas can't see me
22, to hoo ride at moments notice
First to swang, noses, eyes can't 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
Time to go though, so I don't no fucks at all
Cross the
Don't be playin, stoned get
I shed blood wit this, and that be gone, overnight
This
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my
Now i
See 'em dyin like a fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it my mother
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' shit
quick
Fingers
clit
Piss this shit, on yo
know I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life
Worse enemy,
are all enemy
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 mash outta
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
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x