Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know fake mutha fuckas
I know some too
This fake mutha 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 niggas don't hang wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who be framin you
Niggas bout hangin you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda 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 hate it niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm drivin luxury cars and shit
Benz the lexus the roughest to wit
So you be p-i-m-p?
You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

There's too many
Too many
Too many
Too killas
Too many pimped out fuckas
So now we got the east coast and the coast feudin to see who's

The cleanest fucka is the richest and the genius
if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
Wit to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
Who the mouses nigga, I you knowin
tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't 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 that
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can about pimpin, you can talk about killin
But when that shit goes down, sound minds be revealin
you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me
But don't try now, you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments
First to swang, noses, eyes can't focus
pocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved from
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We from loved 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 mutha
friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a mutha
Slow death, no
Man I love it my mother
And that's some cold shit, I'm on mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
clit
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my an my life stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this life fo' me 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 a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half of me hard
The other of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a nigga to god.

*(chorus)* 4x