Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is
Some wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He unwrap a cigar it's a gift of his
He a funny lil' nigga Eddie Griffin is

Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to
So I him a chance and that's a lot to give
We to make the most of what you was paid 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 there's a I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only people who ever for you?
A thug

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See when the love is gone then it's B.S. left
Just niggaz with on tryna be S.F.
That's when 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 in Apollo
It used to be all good then, shit just mile low

And that's bad, fact that's sad
'Cause you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss
do some bitch shit, gotta 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 think of 'em
So playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less are your best friends become strangers

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

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