Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

Yo, everything ain't love, love if it is
My definition of love must his
I mean every 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, enjoy the
He unwrap a like it's a gift of his
He a lil' nigga like Eddie Griffin is

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

Fifteen years, years
And now when we say up? The shit seem weird
But a question 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 changes
And best friends strangers, pachangas
Pa-pa-pachangas,

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

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 slide in my home, you was

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

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

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

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

See when the love is gone then it's just B.S.
Just niggaz with chains on be S.F.
when your ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-pa-pachange they was a P.F. chef

Da-da-da-danger, it just 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
'Cause when you lose a friend hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit, give 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 whatever of 'em
So maybe playin' was kinda clever of 'em
And friends are your best friends become strangers

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

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