Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried Frenz - MF Doom

Before we go any further,

As you call? em they call you they need 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
Turn a deaf ear to the phone

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

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

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

So nowadays he ain't so
Actually they wouldn't even made a enemy
the signs, no feeding the baboon
Seein? as how they got your back bleeding from the stab

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

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

be under some type of spell like crack smoke
Ghetto Cinderellas, 'em right to your stack, loc
Just another way a lead to your end
I check the dictionary for the meanin? of?

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

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

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

For somethin? so cheap it sure buys a lot of
You better off focusing tryin? to plot the bubble
Or it'd 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 end up bein? co-defendants
Ten bucks say they? ll tell for a sentence
And leave you up under the jail beggin? for a

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

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

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

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