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, 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

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

And I'm your nigga so I to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the for ya, but if you hear me
I this song for ya, he was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, they 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 husslin'
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a
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 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

I remember selling three of raw powder
my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care 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 pinky ring with a price on it, he come around
Its that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nike's that you

well know 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 going back blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it him
The D's would harass him, till he finally out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still out
Shots fired his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers was, "Another nigga dead"
And fucked up

'Cuz now I wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can picture, when 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 know you me

You can catch me in a red 8-50 nice ass
tittles, face pretty everybody 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 about his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the
from the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some he might have who may wanna blast you

She stayed for a few years, until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and out around New Year's
It's awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's co-defendant in the
Who started going on about how he moving on
Running with same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And fucked up

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