Luyện nghe bài hát How Come

So i changed, huh
You got a phone,
Pick it up, me

How come, we don't talk no more,
And you even call no more,
We barely keep in touch at all,
And I don't even feel the same love we hug no mo',
And I heard it through the vine we even beefin' now,
After all the we've been down,
no way, no how,
This can't be true,
We family, aint a damn thing unless it's you

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We so young,
So full of and vibrant,
by side wherever you was ridin', I went,
So close was some Bonnie and Clyde shit,
When Ronnie died you was by my side,
a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried it,
You even had the same type of I did,
Sometimes I wanna know why,
Is it you surcame to yours,
And mine I it,
You ran the I nine to fived it,
We grew up, apart this time went by us,
I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the I just cant describe it,
Much as your pride tries to it,
You're your touch, its like ice,
And your is the look of resentment,
I can sense it and I like it

(Kon Artis)

[Verse
It was my at first to be on spittin the verse,
On my own album with a deal but got worse,
So I came out I would'a the nigger first,
'Fore I let him me,
Or me up with somethin' worse,
Some bitch that I with,
I hit her & quit,
but you pull a talk with her
&& her she was the shit
I told you get involved with her,
You smoking the cron'c with her,
out'a the bar with her,
Stumblin' drunk,
Like y'all or wife or somthin',
But you cathin her fucken other
Must've your pride or somthin',
you wolf I fit them after people,
Like you want it me,
all I tried to do is show you that your girl was shifty,
and ever since the fans and all the shit that i
You like I ain't your man,
And lyin' like she be loose,
But I am really friend,
I'm just trying to you the truth,
Don't hate the or the playa',
The one that's is you

(Proof)

[Verse

We gettin at the top
'cause my had to stop
now we actin like i gotta live only for the
and in the hood only see me on the tube
so gossip on the porch, get to speakin on who
fools i to rap with, all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it happen
but Proof its just actin, at the party stoned
made it so my babys aint starvin at home
see the devil in your grin, the ghetto we been friends
forever, real intelligence, thats till the end
I peep the in your eyes and the Satan in your lies
aint wastin my time with these in disguise
(How come) when you talk its with with fight
(And how come) its my fault for what you did with your
and every time i go to you and play you look away
we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my

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