Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

They hear the good life, see what the difference 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 him a chance and that's a lot to give
We to make the most of what you was paid to gross
I you bread and butter, you supposed to make the toast

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

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

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

There's a parallel path friends and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make
There's no remedies for these sick
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 G, okay, silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa street
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 could be a change
changes

A changes and love 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 just B.S. left
Just niggaz chains on tryna be S.F.
when your ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-pa-pachange like was a P.F. chef

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

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

of these niggaz ain't never love 'em
And these bitches just whatever 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 become strangers, pachangas
Pa-pa-pachangas,

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