Luyện nghe bài hát My Buddy

Me and you, my
My buddy, my buddy, my
And you that

Me and you, my
My buddy, my buddy, my
Me and you, my
My buddy, my buddy, my
Me and you, my
My buddy, my buddy, my
Me and you

Who can it, two assassins up on the mic
Blastin', askin' no
When catch you in a gunfight
Kaboom, we still as a team

As we mash for our
Actin' niggas for green
Dillinger, forfillin',
Makin' a low outta

Pullin' jeans
fantasy dreams
Catch me on a Rica
a island full of weed
Money and
On a for sweet

See I'm yellin'
International me
No color on my
and fine, you can sell me

I'm glad think the same way as I do
'Cause I bitches way down in the Bayou
you make way for two mo'
Fo' blows, like you have

Stamp a nation wide through the
Fore youngsters, sponsors
With fore on a
of the map now I do

I spin mayor loot and khaki
and cripsacks
Wetsuits and boots
I block niggas twice with
Buck a .45
you open while
You at the parking lot

you speakin' on
Wanna go it
Drink a lot, from fluid
Scrump bitch, don't you hear the

My buddy, Daz and Knubskully
You be thanked
With petty pang petty

What, what, what, what you're here
To live the that gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

What, what, what, what livin' here
To live the life gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

it out
No ass niggas, no funny ass hoes
Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You ain't all about the

You besta the fault
Pencils, playin' niggas in the style
Thinkin' 'bout the row town
With the heater cock bust a rounds

Dogg internationals
off fools
While the dock can
The touch

I made the game correct
And kissed my belt like I was Brown
Spin around with the twist on the

Turn a in the pound
Dogg Pound live
hittin' the ground
Fuck around and get up

I tear shit up, you can ask
Let M.C.'s, J. B. and Jodeci
that nigga Yuk means the hardcore
You're kicked off
For piss marking on the hotel

G riders, We ride, DP
Get the niggas
Or the mat see
Get the niggas
nigga, bankin' nigga
Quit the
blankin' niggas

I'm style surrounded by weed smoke
See me and my peoples in the
Thugged up, suited in street
We roll, cut
'Cause we so on triple gold, see
With with me and my amigo

What, what, what, what you're livin'
To the life that gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

What, what, what, what livin' here
To live the that gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

Who did that, who
Who on the ghetto row, You
Who fly
I gave it to the test players I will back

Why you meet me over in the O, Homie
when I get there
The hoes be all off on me
I know got a gang of bitches

Ha, ha and fabulous thangs
And livin' life persutive in machine dippin'
a pocket full of c-notes
Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for
And oh yeah, who got the shit
Daz and Kurupt and and Yuk for shit bitch

I'm still a player, pop the
Ice-cream and
Rockin' Hillfiger just a dada
I around the house of rockwilder
like a mobster, time to clock me
Daz, Kurupt and in the Impala

What, what, what, what livin' here
To live the life gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

What, what, what, what livin' here
To live the life that do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)