Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried Frenz

Before we go any further,

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

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

Associates, is your boys, girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?
Close, but really know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns,
Some come around when they need some

Others us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be whether you paid or bummy
You either ignore this advice or take it from me
Be too nice and people take you for a

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

Y'all know the dance, smile in your face, y'all know the glance
Try ta put 'em on, they the chance
let your so-called mans know your plans
How of us have them? A show of hands

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

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

It said, person, one who likes to with
Sympathize and help her and that's the size of it
Most of the time these attributes is
To bolster the they opt to shoot you through your eyelid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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