Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear Me

'Cuz now I wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, I was wit cha like you was never gone
I the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
Till my lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

Now we was once two niggaz of the kind
to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same
But at the same time we was on some shit
'Cuz you was with a that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you could get a of it
But you kept a nose when it came to those hoes

And I'm your so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the for ya, but if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, he was in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west
I used to help him chop a brick up, they found him in his
Pants down and dick up, with one in his head
And one in his chest, one of the best at this husslin'
But his downfall was that he put his in a bitch
And fucked up

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

I remember selling three of raw powder
my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the in like 4 hours
On a Benz like 400 and horsepower
And a chain had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he around
Its likely that he
With a pretty lady in them Nike's you wanted

well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it him
The D's would him, till he finally blacked out
They my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots till his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was, "Another dead"
And it's up

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never
I the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me

You can me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, pretty everybody know that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a biddin'
Who did more than his share of in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about his girl
So he used to tell his to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass
There's enemies he might have who may wanna blast you

She stayed for a few years, that's a few pairs
her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran her man's co-defendant in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
Running with same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And it's up

'Cuz now I wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was gone
I remember the times, all of the bad times
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I you hear me

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was gone
I the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me