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 fade it, two up on the mic
Blastin', no questions
they 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

scandalous jeans
Forfillin' fantasy
me on a Costa Rica
With a full of weed
Money and
On a boat for

See I'm yellin'
International me
No lines on my
Ugly and fine, you can me

I'm folks think the same way as I do
'Cause I stab bitches way in the Bayou
you make way for two mo'
Fo' blows, you have hoes

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

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

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

My buddy, Daz and Knubskully
You be thanked
you're petty pang petty

What, what, what, what livin' 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)

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

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

Dogg internationals
Drippin' off
While the can bust
The touch

I the game down correct
And kissed my belt like I was James
Spin around with the on the ground

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

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

G riders, We ride, DP
Get the niggas
Or the mat see
Get the blastin'
Shakin' nigga, bankin'
the heater
Stop blankin'

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

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)

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

Why don't you meet me in the O, Homie
'Cause when I get
The will be all off on me
I y'all got a gang of bitches

Ha, ha and like thangs
And livin' life in nights machine dippin'
With a pocket full of
Cruise the block a 9 lookin' for weed-o
And oh yeah, who got the gangsta
Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for bitch

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

What, what, what, what livin' 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 life that do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)