Luyện nghe bài hát My Buddy

Me and you

[daz] and you that

Me and you

Who can fade it, two up on the mic
Blastin', askin' no questions, when they catch you in a
Kaboom! we still mash as a
As we for our dreams, ? hood niggaz for green
It's dillinger, fulfillin, a low outta killin
Pullin' scandalous ? fulfillin fantasy
Catch me on a costa rica, an island full of weed
Money and bitches, on a boat for

See I'm yellin'
International me
No on my
and fine
You can me
I'm glad folks think the way as I do
Cause I stab way down in the bayou
Would you way for two mo'
Fo' blows, like you have
Stamp a nation wide through the
youngsters, hennesy sponsors
With fore on a
of the map now I do

I spin loot and khaki suits
and cripsacks,
Wetsuits and boots
I niggaz twice with thighs
Buck a .45
Make you open while you blast at the lot

What you on
go through it
Drink a lot, made fluid
Scrump bitch, don't you hear the
My buddy, daz and numskull
You be thanked
you're petty pang petty

Chorus: 2x

To all my niggaz.. and all my
Throw motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a
we don't give a fuck then
Throw motherfuckin hood up in the air

it out
No ass niggaz, no funny ass hoes
pound gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You all about the homies
You besta the fault
Pencils, playin niggaz in the style
bout the row outta town
With the heater bust a million rounds
Dogg international's breakin off fools
While the can bust
The touch

I laid this game
Jumped around and myself like I was james brown
Spin around and hit the splits on the
Split your crown
Turn this ifs into
Dogg pound around,
Niggas the ground
around and get shot up
I tear up
You can ask
Lil cease, j. b. and jodeci
that nigga yuk
Means the
Got kicked off
For piss marking on the hotel

G riders, we ride, dp
Get the niggaz
Or the mat see automatic,
Get the blastin
Shakin nigga, nigga
the heater
Stop niggaz

I'm out
by weed smoke
You see me and my in the club,
Thugged up, suited in clothes
We roll, cut
Cause so
On gold, see hoes
With with me and my amigo

2x

Who did that, who
Who on the ghetto values,
Who supa-dupu
I to the pimps, players, hustlers and bastards

Why don't you meet me in the o, homie
when I get there,
The will be all off on me
I know y'all got a of bitches...

...ha, ha
And fabulous thangs and livin' life expensive
In nights machine
With a pocket full of
Cruise the with a 9 lookin' for weed-o
And oh yeah, who got the shit
Daz and kurupt, numskull, yuk for shit

Known as your playa
Slain ice cream and (? )
Rockin hilfiger just like
I walk around the of rockwilder,
like a mobster
The o-a-k bust and it away
Hoop out the down in la
And then go
Opps! and a nigga spooked
a couple of screws loose
And find your
Sweatin, buck naked up in a chicken coop

Livin destory all arts
Zark, and blast a
back and grab your mothafuckin heart out your chest
If you the best like david koresh
Get to be
in the motherfuckin flesh
Yes yes

2x