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

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

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

See when I'm
help me
No color on my
Ugly and fine, you can me

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

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

I spin mayor loot and suits
Nike's and
Wetsuits and leather
I block niggas twice with
with a .45
Make you while
You at the parking lot

What you on
Wanna go it
Drink a lot, made from
Scrump bitch, you hear the music

My buddy, Daz Dilly and
You will be
you're petty pang petty

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

What, what, what, you're livin' here
To live the life that 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 ain't all about the

You besta check the
Pencils, playin' in the crowd style
Thinkin' the row outta town
With the heater cock a million rounds

Pound internationals
Drippin' off
While the dock can
The facility

I made the down correct
And my belt like I was James Brown
around with the twist on the ground

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

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

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

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

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

What, what, what, you're livin' here
To the life that gangstas 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 test players I will come

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 in nights machine dippin'
With a pocket 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 a player, pop the slinger
Ice-cream and
Rockin' just like a dada
I rock around the house of
Just a mobster, time to clock me
Daz, Kurupt and in the Impala

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