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 picture, when 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 lay down can ya hear me
I you hear me

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

And I'm your nigga so I tried to 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 setup in a up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper side
I used to help him chop a up, they found him in his pickup
Pants and dick up, leaning with one in his head
And one in his chest, one of the best at this husslin'
But his was that he put his trust in a bitch
And it's up

now I ain't 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 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 know you me

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

It's know he kept 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 black I put it past him
The D's would harass him, he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still out
Shots fired till his trigger finger got
All the newspapers said was, "Another dead"
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 laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

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

She for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her
And she ran into her man's in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
Running with them same niggaz had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the lot, somebody blew her lid off
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 you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid 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 picture, when 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 know you me