Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear Me

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

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

And I'm nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, but if you me
I this song for ya, he was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west
I used to help him a brick up, they found him in his pickup
down and dick up, leaning with one in his head
And one in his chest, one of the best at this shit
But his downfall was that he put his in a bitch
And it's up

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know 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 this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

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

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

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, 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 dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my lay down can ya hear me
I you hear me

You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 ass
tittles, face pretty everybody know that she date Smitty
A big time dealer doing a state biddin'
Who did more than his share of in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about his girl
So he used to his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass
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 co-defendant in the trial
Who started on about how he moving on about
Running with same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody her lid off
And fucked up

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