Luyện nghe bài hát Enemies

When I first met you I that you and I was friends to the end
People told me men you just went to the pen
But I ain't to them, cause you promised
As as I fuck with you I never be in the same position again
you said 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, people say if I fucking with you
I subsequently die, end up twenty five
They claiming you claim many lives, so many lies
With guys, innocent ladies, of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cuz they ain't have for proof
They even blamed you for dozens of youths of substance
What kinda is that? Everybody knows that crackers bought crack to our habitat
To attack the Latins and Blacks, never mind that fact, something I know is
You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the 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 reason I this explosive song
To show even the bond, gets torn
You me all along, you had me thinking you was my friend
You loved Saigon

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

Now we smoking new porces, dozens of whole forties we with
You taught the kid than any school in New York did
Teachers me social studies, but wasn't there for Saigon to cry on after the wakes of my closest buddies
I was grew up, I depicted this picture too up, was I just a or just too young
I storm on the booze that you
Snatch my soul, put a whole in it, my mind took control of it,
my heart as cold as the home it supposed to be
Funny when you wasn't around it was no
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 at my house, I wouldn't have needed keys to fly south
Murder rap would ease 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 Falling for your trickery in this
flatter yourself, it don't take a genius to spell thug
Convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to drugs
If you really had g, you had them white kids you had me
It was they great granddaddies that you Daddy
was the ones that flooded you with gats and liquor stores
Mats, with the whores, trade cash for intercourse
And of course these young niggas sucking you off
But I know the truth, so poof; I'm you off

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

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