Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear Me

'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 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

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

And I'm your so I tried 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 pick up on the upper side
I used to him chop a brick 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 husslin' shit
But his was that he put his trust in a bitch
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 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 bricks of raw powder
Turn my man a star in 24 hours
He didn't care the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz like 400 and horsepower
And a that had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he around
Its likely he blunted
With a pretty lady in them that you wanted

well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he going back without blowing back
And now I'm I wouldn't put it past him
The D's harass him, till he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still out
fired till his trigger finger got tired
All the said was, "Another nigga dead"
And fucked up

'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 you was never gone
I the good 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 cherry red nice ass
Great tittles, pretty everybody know that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats a state biddin'
Who did more than his share of dirt in the
Enough to make a nigga think about his girl
So he to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some he might have who may wanna blast you

She for a few years, that's 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 going on about how he on about
Running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned
She slid off told her girl, she had to her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody her lid off
And it's up

'Cuz now I 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 good times, all of the bad
I dedicate 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, 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
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me