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 trying to get into Boomerang, all our lil cash
Now it's like we never eachother, motherfuckers act strange
like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain
Why can't look me in my eyes no mo'
Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least ain't gotta to cry no mo'
I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich
But try to back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end
him to come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm
Stranded and I need a ride, say they coming but they don't show
Picture me walking down the feeter, masking me up
Oh good it's that nigga the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up
That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, and thinking
When I get I no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin cause uh

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Friends just ain't no more
Ain't no love, money is all we adore
Friends just ain't no more
I don't need you motherfuckers me

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

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

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Remember back in '97, we was it up
If they had it and we it, they was giving it up
Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song
Matter of fact, we smoked our zone together
at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, you's a bitch nigga
against the grain, cause you done made a lil change
But I can't the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain 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 only solo
Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't with em no mo'
Cause everybody want me to do, what they me to do
And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming
But you what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone
Cause the partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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