Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried Frenz

Before we go any further,

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

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

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

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

So nowadays he so friendly
Actually they even made a worthy enemy
the signs, no feeding the baboon
Seein as how they got your back from the stab wounds

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

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

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

It said, person, one who likes to socialize
Sympathize and her and that's about the size of it
of the time these attributes is one-sided
To the crime they opt to shoot you through your eyelid

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

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

For so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble
You better off focusing than tryin to plot the
Or else it'd be a sad to end on, the guns we got
One's we can depend on,

Some come in the of co-dependence
A lotta times only end up co-defendants
Ten bucks say theyll tell for a lower
And leave you up under the jail for a penance

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

lovers we used to have some type of over standing
Just so when I let her get the man-thing she know its no
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 she memorize the lessons
It no need to pretend
though she let 'em stab it, she know they just, friends

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