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 picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
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 two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga the same nines
But at the same time we was on some different
'Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to wit
I told you a bit and you could get a whiff of it
But you kept a closed nose when it to those hoes

And I'm your nigga so I to smell 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 in a stick up
By a girl he used to up on the upper west side
I used to him chop a brick up, they found him in his pickup
Pants down and up, leaning with 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 miss ya, some how I 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
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

I remember selling three bricks of raw
Turn my man into a in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in 4 hours
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 a price on it, when he come around
Its likely that he
With a pretty lady in them Nike's that you

It's well know he it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his 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 harass him, till he finally out
They told my to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots till 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 still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never
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
Great tittles, face everybody know that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats a state biddin'
Who did more than his share of in the world
Enough to 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 he pass through
There's enemies he might have who may wanna blast you

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

'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 you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
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 I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never
I remember the times, all of the bad times
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me