Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

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

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

Fifteen years, years
And now when we say what's up? The shit weird
But there's a I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only who ever cared for you?
A changes

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

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

There's a parallel path 'tween friends and
And whenever you it you make frienemies
There's no remedies for these sick
My said there's no cure for the Emmalese

Had a crush on you, now we Kim and
We don't even 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 what was really G, okay, me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really
Really, she attract niggaz like the A Milli

And I happen to rap but 'bout this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow it the beat change
thought she'd change
But what you thinks a really just could be a seat change
changes

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

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

See when the love is gone it's just B.S. left
Just with chains on tryna be S.F.
That's your ace become ya B.F.F.
like they was a P.F. chef

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

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

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

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

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