Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried Frenz

Before we go any further,

As you call em they you when they need somethin
for the blunt, two G's for the front
I found a way to get peace of for years and left the hell alone
Turn a ear to the cellular phone

Send me a letter or better, we could see other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel
At so you could see the white of their eyes
Bright with surprise once finish spittin lies

Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz,
Close, but don't know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns,
Some around when they need some money

make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be around you paid or bummy
You could either ignore this advice or take it me
Be too nice and take you for a dummy

So nowadays he so friendly
they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
Read the signs, no the baboon
Seein as how they got back bleeding from the stab wounds

Y'all know the dance, they smile in your face, know the glance
Try ta put 'em on, blow the chance
Never let your mans know your plans
How many of us have A show of hands

Friends is a term some use loosely
I'm real choosy on what I choose to let see
You me, I try to act broke
Jealousy, the number one killer black folk

Fellas be under some type of spell like smoke
Ghetto Cinderellas, lead 'em right to stack, loc
Just way a chick'll lead to your end
I check the for the meanin of Friends

It said, person, one who likes to with
Sympathize and help her and about the size of it
Most of the time attributes is one-sided
To bolster the crime they opt to shoot you through eyelid

And they can't it goin wild like a white bitch
Sometimes you need to cut niggaz off like a switch
Click, and things get quiet
Catch 'em a thief in the night, bow, what a riot

I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms
Don't let it get drastic, think of how your will feel
When it get for the steel get to sparkin
darken and ain't no talkin

For somethin so cheap it buys a lot of trouble
You off focusing than tryin to plot the bubble
Or else be a sad note to end on, the guns we got
One's we can on, friends

Some come in the form of
A lotta times only end up bein
Ten bucks say tell for a lower sentence
And leave you up under the beggin for a penance

It don't make no sense, what to the loyalty?
Honor crooks, trust amongst royalty
I'd rather go out in a blaze, than 'em the glory
How many of us a similar story, friends?

Before we used to have some type of over standing
Just so when I let her get the man-thing she its no strings
We could do the thing but, hoe, its no rings
how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?

That depends on how good was the
And could she memorize the
It ain't no to pretend
Even though she let 'em stab it, she they just, friends

Friends, how many of us them?
Friends, ones we can on?
Friends, how many of us have
Friends, we go any further