Luyện nghe bài hát Enemies

When I first met you I thought you and I was friends to the end
People told me men you just went to the pen
But I ain't listen to them, you promised
As long as I fuck with you I be in the same position again
Like you they just jealous cuz we gone get rich and they not
They a lot, we play the block, still got more than they got
Cousin guzzling hinny high, say if I keep fucking with you
I die, end up with twenty five
They claiming you claim many lives, with so lies
With guys, innocent ladies, of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cuz ain't have nothing for proof
They even blamed you for dozens of youths of abuse
What kinda crap is that? knows that crackers bought crack to our habitat
To attack the Latins and Blacks, never mind fact, something I know is wrong
You was there when my mom put me out in the coldest storm
Even though you did me to smoking dro
And so it was, you welcome Saigon open arms
That's all I could focus on, the I wrote this explosive song
To even the closest bond, gets torn
You tricked me all along, you had me thinking you was my
You never Saigon

(Chorus)
With friends you who needs enemies
a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys
You had a nigga ass up in the
friends like you who needs enemies

Now we new porces, dozens of whole forties we force with
You taught the kid more than any in New York did
Teachers teaching me social studies, but there for Saigon to cry on after the wakes of my closest buddies
I was grew up, I depicted picture too up, was I just a fool or just too young
I on the booze that you brung
Snatch my soul, put a in it, grab my mind took control of it,
Made my heart as cold as the it supposed to be
Funny when you around it was no incidents
That you all of that was simply coincidence
That's a thesis I doubt, 'fore I met you I kick Theresas eye out
Or had the police at my house, I wouldn't have needed keys to fly
Murder rap would never from my mouth, I probably be at peace with myself
Probably think what you did to me was sweet, laughing at me like Kee-Kee-Kee for your trickery in this feet
Don't flatter yourself, it don't take a genius to thug
Convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to sell
If you had g, you had them white kids like you had me
It was they granddaddies that created you Daddy
They was the ones that flooded you with and liquor stores
Mats, Pimps with the whores, trade for intercourse
And of course these young niggas stay you off
But I know the truth, so I'm cutting you off

(Chorus)
With friends like you who needs
a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys
You had a ass up in the penitentiary
With friends like you who enemies

You did to me
You did to me, man
You know what? A lot of times we grow up thinking the is our friend
You know what I'm
The streets ain't your motherfucking young blood
Take it from me, man, I been in the my whole motherfucking life
And I ain't get but pain, death, jail...