Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

I thought I had a lot of partnas, but only got some
Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my up in my shotgun
Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the
16 years old to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil cash
Now it's like we never knew eachother, act strange
It's like they got intentions, on putting up in my brain
Why they look me in my eyes no mo'
Even I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo'
I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, a lot of rich friends
But try to come to the po' partnas, when all the richness end
Tell him to come watch me perform, but don't go, and if I'm
Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't
Picture me walking down the feeter, masking me up
Oh good it's that from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up
That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and
When I get I want no nobody, but a Franklin cause uh

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Friends just ain't friends no
Ain't no love, cause is all we adore
Friends just ain't no more
I need you motherfuckers round me

Most of these hoes say they friend, but they really ain't down
Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes don't come
The main hoes that talk down, most turn to foes
That's just the way it go down, why I stay blowing pounds
Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, help
And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit bring
the world is full of evil mayn
That's why I stay one deep, fuck these and these hoes
I be solo on my creep, no one in the seat

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First he's high, now he busting Mack 10's
you go from homie to foe, then try to come back again
There ain't no with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one click
These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one
But claiming you down to the ground bitch, you ain't down with
Just another fake friend, trying to the Benz
to plead my ends, looking for a win
Lying a grin, trying to sneak back in

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Remember back in '97, we was it up
If they had it and we wanted it, was giving it up
it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song together
Matter of fact, we smoked our first together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, you's a bitch nigga
Going the grain, cause you done made a lil change
But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta the same
I had visions of us together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans
Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm rolling solo
Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck em no mo'
Cause want me to do, what they want me to do
And want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid
But you what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone
the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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