Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear Me

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

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

And I'm nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
there to take the fault for ya, but if you hear me
I dedicate this for ya, he was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper side
I used to help him chop a brick up, they him in his pickup
Pants down and up, leaning with one in his head
And one in his chest, one of the best at husslin' shit
But his was that he put his trust in a bitch
And fucked 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 good times, all of the bad
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

I selling three bricks of raw powder
my man into a star in 24 hours
He care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with 400 and horsepower
And a chain that had Christ on it, a Rollie a lot of ice on it
A pinky ring a price on it, when he come around
Its likely he blunted
With a pretty in them Nike's that you wanted

It's well know he it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail
He used to say he wasn't going without blowing back
And now I'm I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would harass him, till he blacked out
told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers was, "Another nigga 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, 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 niggaz lay down can ya me
I you hear me

You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 ass
Great tittles, face pretty everybody know that she date
A big time dealer thats a state biddin'
Who did than his share of dirt 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 he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna you

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

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

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