Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've got some
I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun
Rolling around in my '78, on the past
16 years old 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 bullets 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, make a lot of rich
But try to back 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 a ride, they say they coming but they don't show
Picture me walking down the feeter, masking me up
Oh good it's that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce me up
That's though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking
When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin uh

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Friends ain't friends no more
Ain't no love, cause is all we adore
Friends just ain't no more
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 hoes don't come round
The main hoes that talk down, most turn to foes
That's just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing
Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, maintain
And ease the pain, stay free from the people bring
Cause the world is full of mayn
That's why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these
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 back again
There no returning 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 bitch, bitch you ain't down with
Just another friend, trying 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 back in '97, we was it up
If had it and we wanted it, they was giving it up
it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song together
Matter of fact, we smoked our zone together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, that 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 wanna get rich, I gotta the same
I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the at New Orleans
Together, all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo
get it twisted 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 they me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid
But you know what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of me alone
Cause the partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh

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