Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

Yo, everything love, love 'cause if it is
My definition of love must his
I every friendship has its differences
But these Bucks remind me of Fif and his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See when the love is gone it's 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 was a P.F. chef

Da-da-da-danger, it feels mystikal
I miss the cool nights in the Coll-O
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
when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit, gotta give ya man a
End up watchin' Friends like Joey, and Ross, ya see

Most of these niggaz ain't love 'em
And these just think whatever of 'em
So playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less friends are your best become strangers

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

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