Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried Frenz

we go any further, friends

As you call em they call you when they somethin
for the blunt, two G's for the front
I a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone
a deaf ear to the cellular 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, your girls, bitches, niggaz,
Close, but really don't me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns,
Some come around when they need money

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

So he ain't so friendly
Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy
the signs, no feeding the baboon
Seein as how they got your bleeding from the stab wounds

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

Friends is a term some use loosely
I'm real choosy on 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 crack smoke
Ghetto Cinderellas, lead 'em right to stack, loc
another way a chick'll lead to your end
I check the for the meanin of Friends

It said, person, one who to socialize with
Sympathize and help her and about the size of it
Most of the these attributes is one-sided
To the crime 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 a light switch
Click, and when things get
Catch 'em like a thief in the night, bow, what a

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

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

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

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

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

depends on how good was the skins
And could she the lessons
It no need to pretend
Even though she let 'em stab it, she know just, friends

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