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 fade it, two up on the mic
Blastin', no questions
When catch you in a gunfight
Kaboom, we mash as a team

As we for our dreams
Actin' hood niggas for
Dillinger, forfillin',
Makin' a low outta

Pullin' scandalous
fantasy dreams
Catch me on a Rica
With a full of weed
Money and
On a boat for

See I'm yellin'
International me
No color on my
and fine, you can sell me

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

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

I spin mayor and khaki suits
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, made fluid
Scrump bitch, you hear the music

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

What, what, what, you're livin' here
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 gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)

it out
No ass niggas, no funny ass hoes
Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You ain't all about the

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

Dogg Pound
Drippin' off
While the dock can
The touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha, ha and fabulous thangs
And livin' life in nights machine 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 and Yuk for shit bitch

I'm a player, pop the slinger
and [unverified]
Rockin' Hillfiger like a dada
I rock around the of rockwilder
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 livin' here
To live the life that do
(My buddy, my buddy)
(My buddy, my buddy)