Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear 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 gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

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

And I'm your nigga so I to smell em wrong for ya
there to take the fault 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 pick up on the upper side
I used to help him a brick up, they found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, leaning with one in his
And one in his chest, one of the best at husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a
And fucked up

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

I remember selling bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24
He care spent 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, he come around
Its that he blunted
With a pretty in them Nike's 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 wasn't going back without back
And now I'm I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would harass him, till he finally out
told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots till 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, 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
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

You can me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, face pretty everybody know that she Smitty
A big time dealer thats 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 his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass
There's some enemies he might have who may 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 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 had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, blew her lid off
And it's 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 like you was never
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

'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 the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me