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, when I was wit cha you was never gone
I the good times, all of the bad times
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I you hear me

Now we was once two niggaz of the same
Quick to at a bitch with 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 that I beg to differ wit
I you sniff a bit and you could get a whiff of it
But you kept a closed nose it came to those hoes

And I'm your nigga so I tried to smell em for ya
Wasn't there to the fault for ya, but if you hear me
I dedicate this for ya, he was setup in a stick up
By a he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, they found him in his
Pants down and dick up, leaning one in his head
And one in his chest, one of the best at husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a
And it's up

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

I selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4
On a Benz with like 400 and
And a chain that had Christ on it, a Rollie 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 Nike's 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 tone
He to say he wasn't going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I put it past him
The D's harass him, till he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still out
Shots till his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers was, "Another nigga 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 gone
I the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

You can catch me in a red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, face pretty know that she date Smitty
A big dealer thats doing a state biddin'
Who did more his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his to stay to the castle
Away the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he 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 been awhile, you can see it in her
And she ran into her man's in the trial
Who started on about how he moving on about
Running with 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, somebody her lid off
And fucked up

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I ya, some 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 laid out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha you was never gone
I remember the 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