Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

They hear the good life, wanna see the difference is
Some just wanna smoke, the piff-vileges
He a cigar like it's a gift of his
He a funny lil' nigga like 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 most of what you was to gross
I you bread and butter, you supposed to make the toast

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

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

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

There's a parallel path 'tween and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make
There's no for these sick memories
My doctor said there's no cure for the

Had a on you, now we Kim and Cease
We don't even talk no more, it's no
I was so Biggie, you was
I let you in my home, you was safe

I thought my ability to provide you
Was what was really G, okay, me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really
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 beat
Never she'd change
But what you thinks a upgrade just could be a seat change
Love

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

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

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

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

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

Most of these niggaz never love 'em
And bitches just think whatever of 'em
So maybe playin' was kinda clever of 'em
And friends are your best friends become strangers

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

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