Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

Be careful, 'cause you trust these so called friends out here
They be

about your friends will they stay on they grind?
What about your friends will be around?
What about your friends will let you die?
about your friends?
With friends like that I don't need

I had a lotta that was down with me
Or should I say a lotta hang around with me?
But when I my fall
I out I really didn't have many friends at all
When I was out rollin' in the Benz and ball
My momma to get a lotta telephone calls
Niggas tryna see how we was, I had a
But all shit stopped when I got popped by the fuzz
A couple niggas kept that true indeed
But not the ones I used to bail outta jail and
We used to weed and get drunk off brew
I went to TDC, nigga, I find you
You couldn't me that's what you told yourself
But you tell that bullshit to nobody else
But when asked you how I was doin', you told 'em I was cool
Knowin' you ain't talk to me since I to the pen, fool
No pictures, no commissary, to eat
And now you it's all good, 'cause I'm back on the streets
I'm on these beats and still blowing like the wind
But these is the niggas we call friends

What your friends will they stay on they grind?
What about your will they be around?
What about your will they let you die?
What about friends?
friends like that I don't need enemies

In these streets and these traps, you better be strapped
Niggas out here plottin' be prepared to back
Nigga ain't no rules, it ain't no love
A nigga put a in your nigga, could be your blood
Kill a nigga over money, kill a nigga drugs
They killing niggas over be careful who you fuck
One false and you fucked and out here on that bullshit
Catch a fuck niggas and they hit his ass with the full
(What your friends)
Niggas real
Niggas ain't
be jealous
Over the hoes, the whips, over the crib
be broke, pockets be hurt
Nigga be
Nigga be
Whoop friend, you gotta murk 'em
it's closed curtains

What about your will they stay on they grind?
What about friends will they be around?
What about your friends will let you die?
What your friends?
friends like that I don't need enemies

It's so ill, pop no
Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to friends
Tina best husband fucking her cousin
Her cousin, she her baby by Tina husband
But had a miscarriage by me
Ten months later, had a baby, it's deep
Soon the whole will be related
an African tribe, misplacement situated
13, she's already
So whoever daughter she is, you about to be in grandpa
And pot, no pot to in
Man, and listen
man from the sand box, he on the stand snitching
His John Hancock, got 'em lamb chops his misses
Home exonerated he cooperated
I peep the bullshit coming, the streets me
And in abundance, now my circle a

What about your friends will they on they grind?
What about your will they be around?
What about your friends will they let you
What about your
friends like that I don't need enemies