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 some bustas too
This fake mutha been causin rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew
Them don't wanna hang wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the is true
we go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda hard for me to wit you
That's why niggas hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my rove-el
What?
Fuck these
I hate it niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm luxury cars and plus shit
Benz the the roughest 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 many
Too many
Too many
Too many pimped out mutha
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 buyin too houses
Wit to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
Who the mouses nigga, I you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo and keep goin
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta like that
A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk killin
But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be
When you die and comeback, you can try again and beat me
But don't try now, 'cause you can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at 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 loved ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I give no fucks at all
the game
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, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it my mother
And that's cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
clit
Piss shit, on yo clit
Niggas I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You what 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 girl an god
This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my
Now half part of me
The other of me scarred
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x