Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried Frendz

we go any further..FRIENDS!

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As you call 'em, they call you when they need
for the blunt, the g's for the front
I found a way to get piece of for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real
Just so you feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the of they eyes
Bright surprise, once they finish spitting lies
Asssociates, is your boys, girls, bitches, niggas, homies
Close, but really know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns,
Some come when they need some money
Others us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be whether you paid or bummy
You could either ignore advice, or take it from me
Be too nice and people you for a dummy
So he ain't so friendly
they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
Read the signs: no the baboon
Seeing as how they got ya back bleeding from the wounds
Ya'll know the dance, they smile in ya face, know the glance
Try to put 'em on, blow the chance
Never let so-called mans know ya plans
(How many of us have them?)a show of
(FRIENDS!)
Is a term people use loosely
I'm choosy on what I choose to let crews see
You telling me, I try to act
Jealousy, the number one killer among folk
Fellas be under type of spell, like crack smoke
Cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack, loc
Just way a chick'll lead to your end
I check the dictionary for the meaning of
It said: Person, one who to socialize with
Sympathiser, helper, and that's about the of it
Most of the time these attributes is
To the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid
And they hide it, going wild like a white bitch
Sometimes ya need to cut niggas off a light switch
(Click!) and when things get
Catch 'em like a thief in the night (Bow!) a riot
I first met Mister Fantastik at a deal
Don't let it get drastic, of how yer moms'll feel
When it get for real, the get to sparking
Everything darken, and no talking
For somethin so cheap it buys a lot of trouble
Ya better off focusing than to plot to bubble
Or else it'd be a sad to end on, the guns we got is
(One's we can on..FRIENDS!)
Some come in the of co-dependence
Alotta times only end up bein
Ten bucks say they for a lower sentence
And leave you up under the jail, beggin for a
It don't make no sense, what to the loyalty?
Honor amongst crooks, trust royalty
I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the
(How many of us have--) a story
(FRIENDS!)
lovers we used to have some type of overstanding
Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no
We do the damn thing, but ho its no rings
Just how the tramp swings, she see 'em again?
That depends on how good was the
And she memorize the lessons, it ain't no need to pretend
Even though she let 'em stab it, [she know they just

(FRIENDS! How of us have them?
FRIENDS! Ones we can on?
FRIENDS! How many of us them?
FRIENDS! we go any further)

Fellas! be silly! I know who my friends are
And the next neighborhood I move into
You get crack