Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

I I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some
Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my
around in my '78, reminiscing on the past
16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil
Now it's like we never knew eachother, act strange
It's like they got intentions, on bullets up in my brain
Why they can't me in my eyes no mo'
though 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, make a lot of rich
But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all the 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 don't show
me walking down the feeter, everybody 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 hoe, smoking and thinking
When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin uh

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

Most of these hoes say they your friend, but really ain't down
Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes come round
The hoes that talk down, most friends turn to foes
That's just the way it go down, that's why I blowing pounds
Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, maintain
And ease the pain, stay free the bullshit people bring
Cause the world is full of 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 riding high, now he busting 10's
Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back
There ain't no returning with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one
These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one
But claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch you ain't with
Just another friend, trying to chop the Benz
Helping to plead my ends, 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, they was it up
it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song together
Matter of fact, we smoked our first zone
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn thang but mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga
Going against the grain, cause you done a lil change
But I can't flip the script get rich, I gotta remain the same
I had visions of us balling together, up at the Past at New Orleans
Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only solo
Don't get it I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo'
Cause everybody want me to do, what they me to do
And they 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 partna I got left, got 17 of his own and uh

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