Luyện nghe bài hát Enemies

When I met you I thought that you and I was friends to the end
told me men you befriended just went to the pen
But I listen to them, cause you promised
As long as I fuck with you I be in the same position again
Like you said they just jealous cuz we gone get and they not
They work a lot, we the block, still got more than they got
Cousin hinny high, people say if I keep fucking with you
I subsequently die, end up with five
claiming you claim many lives, with so many lies
With guys, ladies, babies of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cuz ain't have nothing for proof
They even blamed you for of youths of substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody knows crackers bought crack to our habitat
To attack the Latins and Blacks, never that fact, something I know is wrong
You was when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm
Even though you did introduce me to 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 the closest bond, gets torn
You tricked me all along, you had me you was my friend
You never Saigon

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

Now we new porces, dozens of whole forties we force with
You taught the kid than any school in New York did
Teachers teaching me social studies, but wasn't 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 fool or too young
I storm on the booze you brung
Snatch my soul, put a whole in it, grab my mind control of it,
my heart as cold as the home it supposed to be
Funny when you wasn't it was no incidents
That you all of that was simply coincidence
That's a I doubt, 'fore I met you I wasn't kick Theresas eye out
Or had the police at my house, I wouldn't have needed to fly south
Murder rap would never ease from my mouth, I be at peace with myself
Probably think what you did to me was sweet, at me like Kee-Kee-Kee Falling for your trickery in this feet
Don't flatter yourself, it take a genius to spell thug
Convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to sell
If you really had g, you had them white like you had me
It was they great that created you Daddy
They was the ones flooded you with gats and liquor stores
Mats, Pimps with the whores, trade cash for
And of course these young niggas stay you off
But I know the truth, so poof; I'm you off

(Chorus)
With like you who needs enemies
Brought a nigga bad luck like the
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 up thinking the streets is our friend
You know what I'm
The streets ain't your motherfucking friend young
Take it from me, man, I been in the my whole motherfucking life
And I get nothin' but pain, death, jail...