Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've got some
Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my up in my shotgun
Rolling in my '78, reminiscing on the past
16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil
Now it's like we never knew eachother, act strange
It's they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain
Why can't look me in my eyes no mo'
Even though I my T. Jones, at least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo'
I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich
But try to back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end
him to come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm
Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't
Picture me walking down the feeter, masking me up
Oh good it's nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up
That's though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking
When I get I want no nobody, but a Franklin cause uh

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Friends ain't friends no more
no love, cause money is all we adore
Friends just ain't no more
I need you motherfuckers round me

Most of these hoes say they friend, but they really ain't down
Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes come round
The main hoes that talk down, most turn to foes
just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds
Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, help
And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit people
Cause the world is full of mayn
That's why I stay one deep, fuck niggaz and these hoes
I be on my creep, no one in the passenger seat

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First he's riding high, now he busting Mack
Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back
ain't no returning with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one click
These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one
But claiming you to the ground bitch, bitch you ain't down with
Just fake friend, trying to chop the Benz
Helping to my ends, looking for a win
Lying with a grin, trying to back in

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Remember in '97, we was living it up
If they had it and we wanted it, they was it up
Through it together, I think we wrote our first song together
Matter of fact, we smoked our first together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, that you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn thang but mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga
Going the grain, cause you done made a lil change
But I can't flip the script get rich, I gotta remain the same
I had visions of us balling together, up at the Past at New Orleans
Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling
get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo'
Cause want me to do, what they want me to do
And they me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid
But you know you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone
Cause the only partna I got left, got 17 of his own and uh

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