Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

A changes and love 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 mean every has its differences
But these Young remind me of Fif and his

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

Between smokin' and chokin' 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 gave you bread and butter, you supposed to make the

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

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

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

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

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

I thought my ability to you stability
Was what was G, okay, silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really
Really, she attract niggaz 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 upgrade really just could be a change
changes

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

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

See when the love is gone then just B.S. left
Just with chains on tryna be S.F.
That's when ace become ya B.F.F.
like they 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 sittin' in
It used to be all good then, shit just went low

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

of these niggaz ain't never love 'em
And these bitches think whatever of 'em
So playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less friends are your best friends become

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

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