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 like you was never
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me

Now we was once two niggaz of the kind
Quick to holla at a with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same
But at the time we was on some different shit
'Cuz you was with a that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you 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 em wrong for ya
Wasn't to take the fault 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 west side
I used to him chop a brick up, they found him in his pickup
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 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 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 laid out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me

I selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man a star in 24 hours
He didn't spent the money 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 a price on it, when he come around
Its that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them that you wanted

It's well know he 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 wouldn't put it him
The D's would harass him, till he finally out
told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 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, some how I 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 lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

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

She stayed for a few years, until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out New Year's
been 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 them same niggaz 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, 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 good times, all of the bad
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my lay down can ya hear me
I you hear me

'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 niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me