Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Talk To Her

Ma, I so many years
But it like all I brought you is tears
I tried to eliminate all of your fears but conflict
Yeah, it out, uh, yo

Aiyyo, the game keep callin', niggaz in the streets is
Tryin' to creep just to from fallin'
But the block keep hollerin', yellin' my government
I tried to stop but the love of the

They got my girl in a frenzy, my niggaz to be friendly
they seen me and Puff in the Bentley
Now, to stay, forces use force and spray
Coffins lay when I'm to play

Like an animal, dawg, if I put my on you
I'ma you, like I'm Hannibal, the motherfuckin' cannibal
All plans is through, and goals
The block hot but why this shit so cold

shit seems so old, tryna redeem my soul
The Feds and my team done fold
Like a bad hand of poker, ya man'll smoke ya
For crushed up leaves of coca, now

I can't talk to you the way I to
You don't understand why I the way that I do

Yo, it out
It's four years and you ain't shed no tears
And through the course of that, I lost pairs
That's why I more blunts, drink more beers
You never consider it, like you just don't

The pain I feel inside, you just share
When I share my deepest thought, you just don't
Well of my fears of me losin' my life
I'm well of my fears of me losin' my wife

why I stay usin' my gun and usin' my knife
Gotta deal with this 'til my music get right
I buy you things just to see you wear it
You sayin' I ain't shit, break my spirit

I try to change my life but you don't hear it
Guess I gotta find another to spend four years with
Damn, all that time got but I guess I gotta face it

I talk to you the way I used to
You don't why I feel the way that I do

Uh, yo, uh,
The cops like me, they always eager to fight me
Even I know they wanna be like me
'Cause they see a icy, doin' a buck in the white V
Twizzy busy with wifey, gettin' head on the highway

I'm gettin' money to fly
Pull me over just to up my Friday
What could I say? Nothin', they be frontin'
Throw a brick in the and try to make up somethin'

But I'm not with the bullshit, that's why I roll a full clip
Flint the hammer and pull quick
care about your uniform or that bullshit you be on
Now who really mourn when you be gone?

One in your head like a
You movin' on, your favorite is on
Moms singin' that song, "My baby ain't blast nobody"
But he still got smoked at Bay party, that's why

I can't talk to you the way I to
You don't understand why I feel the way I do
I can't talk to you the way I to
You understand why I feel the way that I do

I talk to you the way I used to
You understand why I feel the way that I do
I talk to you the way I used to
You understand why I feel the way that I do