Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

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

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

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First he's riding high, now he Mack 10's
Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come again
There ain't no returning with the 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, bitch you down with
Just another fake friend, to chop the Benz
to plead my ends, looking for a win
Lying a grin, trying to sneak back in

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Remember in '97, we was living it up
If they had it and we it, they was giving it up
Through it wrong together, I we wrote our first song together
Matter of fact, we smoked our first zone
at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running thangs
But you ain't a damn thang but your mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga
Going against the grain, you done made a lil change
But I flip 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, all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo
Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't with em no mo'
everybody 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 know you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone
Cause the only I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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