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 become strangers.

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I know some too
This fake mutha fucka been causin in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was cool dru
Always hollerin the crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't wanna wit you
'cause of the you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who be framin you
Niggas thinkin hangin you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the punk hoo you
Makes it kinda for me to swang wit you
why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, out my range rove-el
what?
Fuck these
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin cars and plus 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 playas
Too many
Too hustlas
Too killas
Too many out mutha fuckas
So now we got the east coast and the west feudin to see who's

The cleanest mutha fucka is the and the genius
if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many couches
Who the mouses nigga, I think you
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you and yo cabbage
Got 20 across america livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta like that
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can talk pimpin, you can talk about killin
But when that shit down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, you can try again and beat me
But try now, 'cause you niggas can't see me
22, to hoo ride at moments notice
to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved from
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went loved 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 can't be gone,
hate
Man, could be a mutha fucka
friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a fucka
death, no breath
Man I it like my mother
And that's 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 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 girl an god
This crazy world like a knife in the of my cause
Now half part of me
The other part of me
Death wit out health, but still a nigga to god.

*(chorus)* 4x