Luyện nghe bài hát Pachanga

A thug 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 Young Bucks remind me of Fif and his

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

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

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

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

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

There's a parallel path 'tween friends and
And whenever you it you make frienemies
There's no remedies for these memories
My doctor said there's no for the Emmalese

Had a on you, now we Kim and Cease
We don't even talk no more, no biggie
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 G, okay, silly me
I was D, smooth cappa really street
Really, she attract niggaz like the A Milli

And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout 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 changes and changes
And best friends become strangers,
Pa-pa-pachangas,

See when the is gone then it's just B.S. left
Just niggaz with chains on be S.F.
That's when your ace ya B.F.F.
like they was a P.F. chef

Da-da-da-danger, it just mystikal
I miss the cool sittin' in the Coll-O
Now like, boo, we sittin' in Apollo
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 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 bitches just think whatever of 'em
So maybe playin' dumb was clever of 'em
And less are your best friends become strangers

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,