Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

I thought I had a lot of partnas, but only got some
Since I can't on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun
Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the
16 years old trying to get Boomerang, smelling all our lil cash
Now it's like we knew eachother, motherfuckers act strange
like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain
Why they look me in my eyes no mo'
Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't to cry no mo'
I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of friends
But try to come to the po' partnas, when 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 but they don't show
Picture me down the feeter, everybody masking me up
Oh it's that nigga 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 ain't friends no more
Ain't no love, money is all we adore
Friends just friends no more
I don't you motherfuckers round me

Most of hoes say they your 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 friends to foes
just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds
Cause Mary don't change she stay the same, help maintain
And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit people
Cause the is full of evil mayn
That's why I stay one deep, fuck these 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 10's
Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back
There ain't no returning the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one click
fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one sill
But claiming you down to the ground bitch, you ain't down with
Just another fake friend, trying to chop the
to plead my ends, looking for a win
Lying with a grin, trying to 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 together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running
But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, cause you's a bitch
Going against the grain, cause you done a lil change
But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I remain the same
I had of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans
Together, everyday all day shot together, but now I'm only rolling solo
Don't get it I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo'
Cause everybody 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
Cause the only I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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