Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake fuckas
I know bustas too
This fake mutha fucka been rukus in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was cool dru
Always the dangerous crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't hang wit you
'cause of the you do
a thang or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the is true
Everywhere we go the punk hoo you
Makes it kinda hard for me to wit you
why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range
What?
Fuck these
I it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin cars and plus shit
Benz the lexus the to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You need to get a to fuck you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

There's too playas
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 mutha is the richest and the genius
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 bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you 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 killin
But that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, you can try again and beat me
But don't try now, 'cause you niggas see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't
pocus
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 don't no fucks at all
Cross the
be playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit this, and can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold mutha
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 mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas know I'm k-cash
foldin
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my stolen
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 outta love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
This crazy world a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half part of me
The part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x