Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some fake fuckas
I know some too
This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my
'92
At first I thought he was 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 yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is
we go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, out my range rove-el
What?
these broke-els
I it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
buckets
I'm luxury cars and plus shit
the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You to get a bitch to fuck you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

There's too many
Too ballas
Too hustlas
Too killas
Too many out mutha fuckas
So now we got the coast and the west coast feudin to see who's

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the
What if you stumbles, like buyin too houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry
Who the nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and goin
An come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america livin
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live that
A can roll wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk killin
But when that shit 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 can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at notice
First to swang, noses, eyes can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
because you moved 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 give no fucks at all
the game
Don't be playin, stoned get
I shed wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a fucka
Slow death, no
Man I love it like my
And some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas know I'm flossin
foldin
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my stolen
Worse enemy,
are all enemy
Richeously, this life fo' me 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
crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half part of me
The part of me scarred
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x