Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

the ballers feud
A thug changes, and love
the ballers feud
And best friends strangers.

1*(yukmouth)*

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

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

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

The mutha 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
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and goin
An don't come back, 'cause they sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I live like that
A can roll wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about
But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and me
But try now, 'cause you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss you moved from california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went from ones, on the way up
To no at all
to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all
Cross the
Don't be playin, stoned get
I blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
hate
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, as cat scan, love 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it like my
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
Piss this shit, on yo
Niggas know I'm k-cash
Cash
You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life
Worse enemy,
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 heart of my
Now half of me hard
The other of me scarred
wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x