Luyện nghe bài hát My Buddy

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

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', no questions
When they you in a gunfight
Kaboom, we mash as a team

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

scandalous jeans
Forfillin' fantasy
Catch me on a Rica
With a island of weed
and bitches
On a for sweet

See I'm yellin'
help me
No lines on my
and fine, you can sell me

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

a nation wide through the ghetto
Fore youngsters, Hennessey
fore youngsters on a
of the map now I do

I spin mayor loot and khaki
and cripsacks
Wetsuits and boots
I block niggas with thighs
with a .45
Make you open
You blast at the lot

What you on
Wanna go it
Drink a lot, made from
bitch, don't you hear the music

My buddy, Daz Dilly and
You be thanked
you're 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 you're livin'
To live the that gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

it out
No bitch ass niggas, no ass hoes
Dogg Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You all about the homies

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

Dogg Pound
Drippin' off
While the can bust
The facility

I made the game correct
And my belt like I was James Brown
Spin around the twist on the ground

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

I shit up, you can ask Puff
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 mashin'
Or the mat see
Get the blastin'
Shakin' nigga, nigga
the heater
Stop blankin'

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

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

What, what, what, you're livin' here
To live the life 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 come back

Why don't you meet me over in the O,
when I get there
The hoes be all off on me
I know y'all got a gang of

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

I'm a player, pop the slinger
and [unverified]
Rockin' Hillfiger just like a
I rock around the house of
like a mobster, time to clock me
Daz, and Knumb in the Impala

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

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