Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

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

Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to
So I him a chance and that's a lot to give
We posed to the most of what you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter, you supposed to the toast

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

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

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

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

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 slide in my home, you was

I thought my ability to you stability
Was what was really G, okay, me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa street
Really, she niggaz like the A Milli beat

And I happen to rap but 'bout this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow it the beat change
Never thought she'd
But what you thinks a really just could be a seat change
changes

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

A thug and love changes
And best friends 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.
Pa-pa-pachange like they was a P.F.

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

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

Most of these niggaz never love 'em
And these just think whatever of 'em
So playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less friends are your best become strangers

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

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