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 catch you in a gunfight
Kaboom, we mash as a team

As we mash for our
Actin' hood niggas for
Dillinger, forfillin',
Makin' a low killin'

Pullin' jeans
Forfillin' dreams
me on a Costa Rica
With a full of weed
and bitches
On a for sweet

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

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

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

I spin mayor loot and khaki
and cripsacks
Wetsuits and leather
I block twice with thighs
Buck a .45
you open while
You blast at the 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 you're pang petty

What, what, what, what you're here
To live the life that 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)

it out
No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass
Dogg Pound Gangstas in low-lows
You ain't all the homies

You besta check the
Pencils, playin' niggas in the crowd
Thinkin' 'bout the row town
With the heater cock bust a million

Pound internationals
Drippin' off
the dock can bust
The facility

I made the down correct
And kissed my belt like I was James
Spin with 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, Mary J. B. and
About that nigga Yuk means the
You're kicked off
For marking on the hotel floor

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

I'm jack style 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
With weed with me and my

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

What, what, what, what livin' here
To the life 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 I will come back

Why you meet me over in the O, Homie
'Cause when I get
The will be all off on me
I know y'all got a of bitches

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

I'm a player, pop the slinger
and [unverified]
Rockin' Hillfiger just a dada
I around the house of rockwilder
Just a mobster, time to clock 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, you're livin' here
To live the life gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)