Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

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

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

They the good life, wanna 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 lil' 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 posed to make the most of what you was paid to
I gave you bread and butter, you supposed to make the

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

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

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

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

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

I my ability to provide you stability
Was was really G, okay, silly me
I was Billy D, cappa really street
Really, she attract niggaz like the A beat

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

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

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

See when the love is gone then it's B.S. left
Just niggaz with on tryna be S.F.
That's when your ace ya B.F.F.
Pa-pa-pachange like was a P.F. chef

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

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

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

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

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