Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

I thought I had a lot of partnas, but only got some
Since I depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun
Rolling around in my '78, on the past
16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, all our lil cash
Now it's like we never knew eachother, act strange
It's like got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain
Why they can't me in my eyes no mo'
Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't to cry no mo'
I done seen my nigga get rich, the hood, make a lot of rich friends
But try to come to the po' partnas, when all the richness end
Tell him to come watch me perform, but they go, and if I'm
Stranded and I need a ride, they say coming but they don't show
Picture me down the feeter, everybody masking me up
Oh good it's that from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up
That's alright though, I make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking
When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin uh

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Friends just friends no more
Ain't no love, cause is all we adore
Friends just ain't friends no
I need you motherfuckers round me

Most of these hoes say they your friend, but they really ain't
when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes don't come round
The main hoes that talk down, most turn to foes
That's the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds
Cause Mary Jane change she stay the same, help maintain
And ease the pain, stay free the bullshit people bring
Cause the world is full of mayn
why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoes
I be solo on my creep, no one in the seat

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First he's high, now he busting Mack 10's
Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back
There ain't no returning with the shit, that's why I murder with one click
fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one sill
But claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch you ain't with
Just another fake friend, trying to chop the
to plead my ends, looking for a win
Lying a grin, trying to sneak back in

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Remember in '97, we was living it up
If they had it and we wanted it, was giving it up
Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song
Matter of fact, we smoked our first together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, that you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn thang but mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga
Going against the grain, cause you made a lil change
But I flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the same
I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New
Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling
Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck em no mo'
Cause everybody want me to do, what want me to do
And they want me to do it, but I'd rather full of embalming fluid
But you know you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone
Cause the only I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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