Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

A thug and love changes
And best friends become strangers,
Pa-pa-pa-pachangas,

Yo, everything ain't love, 'cause if it is
My definition of must differ his
I mean every has its differences
But Young Bucks remind me of Fif and his

They hear the life, wanna see what the difference is
Some wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He a cigar like it's a gift of his
He a funny nigga like Eddie Griffin is

Between smokin' and chokin' you got to live
So I gave him a chance and a lot to give
We posed to make the of what you was paid to gross
I you bread and butter, you supposed to make the toast

years, fifteen years
And now when we say up? The shit seem weird
But there's a question I for you
How you fuck the only people who ever cared for you?
A thug

A thug changes and love
And best friends strangers, pachangas
Pa-pa-pachangas,

A thug changes and changes
And best friends strangers, pachangas
Pa-pa-pachangas,

There's a path 'tween friends and enemies
And you cross it you make frienemies
There's no remedies for these memories
My doctor there's no cure for the Emmalese

Had a on you, now we Kim and Cease
We even talk no more, it's no biggie
I was so Biggie, you was
I let you in my home, you was safe

I thought my ability to you stability
Was what was really G, okay, me
I was D, smooth cappa really street
Really, she attract niggaz the A Milli beat

And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout beat strange
Soon as I try to flow with it the change
Never she'd change
But what you thinks a really just could be a seat change
Love

A thug and love changes
And best friends become strangers,
Pa-pa-pachangas,

A thug changes and love
And best friends strangers, pachangas
Pa-pa-pachangas,

See when the love is gone then just B.S. left
Just niggaz chains on tryna be S.F.
That's when ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-pa-pachange like they was a P.F.

Da-da-da-danger, it just feels
I miss the cool nights in the Coll-O
Now like, boo, we sittin' in Apollo
It used to be all good then, just went mile low

And that's bad, matter fact sad
'Cause when you lose a friend it's to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit, gotta ya man a divorce
End up watchin' like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see

of these niggaz ain't never love 'em
And these bitches just think of 'em
So playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less are your best friends become strangers

A thug changes and changes
And best friends become strangers,
Pa-pa-pachangas,

A thug and love changes
And friends become strangers, pachangas
Pa-pa-pachangas,