Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

Be careful, 'cause you can't trust these so called out here
be jealous

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

I had a lotta niggas that was with me
Or should I say a lotta hang around with me?
But when I my fall
I found out I really didn't have friends at all
When I was out there rollin' in the Benz and
My momma to get a lotta telephone calls
tryna see how we was, I had a buzz
But all that shit stopped when I got popped by the
A couple niggas that shit true indeed
But not the ones I used to bail outta jail and
We used to smoke weed and get off brew
I to TDC, nigga, I couldn't find you
You couldn't find me that's what you yourself
But you couldn't 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 think it's all good, 'cause I'm on the streets
I'm back on these beats and still like the wind
But these is the niggas we call friends

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

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

What your friends will they stay on they grind?
What about friends will they be around?
What about your friends will let you die?
What about your
With friends like that I need enemies

so ill, pop no pills
Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to fake
Tina best friend husband fucking her
Her cousin, she think her baby by Tina
But Tina had a by me
Ten months later, Tina had a baby, it's
Soon the whole hood will be
Like an African tribe, misplacement
13, she's ripping
So whoever she is, you about to be in grandpa position
And pot, no pot to in
Man, and listen
Your man from the box, he on the stand snitching
His John Hancock, got 'em lamb chops with his
Home exonerated he cooperated
I peep the bullshit coming, the taught me
And in abundance, now my a hundred

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