Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

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

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You some fake mutha fuckas
I know some too
This fake mutha fucka causin rukus in my crew
'92
At I thought he was cool like dru
Always the dangerous crew, but if you only knew
Them don't wanna hang wit you
'cause of the you do
Learn a or two
bad bout 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 hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas only 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 only end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin 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 many
Too many
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 many
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many 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 livin
is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
A bitch can wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can about killin
But when that shit goes down, 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 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 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
Don't be playin, get right
I blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
This
Man, be a cold mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em like a mutha fucka
Slow death, no
Man I love it like my
And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole
Listen
Fingers
Lady
this shit, on yo clit
Niggas I'm flossin k-cash
foldin
You what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
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
my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
This crazy world a knife in the heart of my cause
Now part of me hard
The other of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a nigga to god.

*(chorus)* 4x