Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

They hear the good life, wanna see what the is
just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He unwrap a like it's a gift of his
He a funny lil' nigga 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 most of you was paid to gross
I you bread and butter, you supposed to make the toast

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

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

A thug changes and changes
And friends become strangers, pachangas
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 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 to provide you stability
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 flow with it the change
Never she'd change
But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat
changes

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

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

See when the love is gone then just B.S. left
Just niggaz with 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 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 that's bad, matter fact sad
when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit, gotta ya man a divorce
End up watchin' Friends Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see

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

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

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