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 catch you in a
Kaboom, we still mash as a

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

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

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

I'm glad folks think the way as I do
'Cause I stab way down 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 khaki
and cripsacks
Wetsuits and leather
I niggas twice with thighs
with a .45
Make you open
You blast at the lot

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

My buddy, Daz Dilly and
You will be
With 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, what livin' here
To live the life that do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

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

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

Dogg internationals
Drippin' off
the dock can bust
The facility

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

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

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

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

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

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

What, what, what, what you're 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 test players I come back

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

Ha, ha and like thangs
And livin' life persutive in nights dippin'
With a pocket of c-notes
the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o
And oh yeah, who got the shit
Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit

I'm still a player, pop the
and [unverified]
Rockin' Hillfiger just like a
I around the house of rockwilder
Just like a mobster, time to me
Daz, Kurupt and in the Impala

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

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