Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

They hear the good life, wanna see what the is
Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the
He unwrap a cigar like it's a of his
He a funny nigga like Eddie Griffin is

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

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

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

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

There's a parallel path 'tween friends and
And whenever you it you make frienemies
There's no for these sick memories
My doctor said there's no 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 slide in my home, you was

I thought my to provide you stability
Was was really G, okay, silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really
Really, she niggaz like the A Milli beat

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

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

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

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

Da-da-da-danger, it just mystikal
I miss the cool nights sittin' in the
Now it's like, boo, we sittin' in
It to be all good then, shit just went mile low

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

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

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

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