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 in my '78, reminiscing on the past
16 years old to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil cash
Now it's like we knew eachother, motherfuckers act strange
It's like got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain
Why can't look me in my eyes no mo'
though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo'
I done seen my get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends
But try to back 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 they coming but don't show
Picture me walking down the feeter, masking me up
Oh good that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up
That's though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking
When I get I want no nobody, but a Franklin cause uh

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

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

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First he's riding high, now he busting 10's
Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come again
There ain't no returning with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one
These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my for one sill
But claiming you down to the ground bitch, you ain't down with
Just fake friend, trying to chop the Benz
Helping to my ends, looking for a win
with 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 it, they was giving it up
Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our song together
Matter of fact, we smoked our zone together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, that you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn but your mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga
Going against the grain, you done made a lil change
But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the
I had of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans
Together, everyday all day calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo
Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I fuck with em no mo'
Cause everybody me to do, what they want me to do
And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming
But you know what you can do for me, me a whole lot of leave me alone
the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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