Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

They hear the good life, wanna see what the is
Some just smoke, enjoy 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 of what you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter, you supposed to make the

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

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

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

There's a parallel path friends and enemies
And you cross it you make frienemies
There's no remedies for sick memories
My doctor said there's no for the Emmalese

Had a on you, now we Kim and Cease
We even 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 ability to provide you
Was what was really G, okay, me
I was Billy D, cappa really street
Really, she attract niggaz like the A beat

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

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

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

See when the love is gone then it's just B.S.
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 the cool nights sittin' in the Coll-O
Now it's like, boo, we sittin' in
It used to be all then, shit just went mile low

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

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

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

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