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, 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 niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

Now we was once two niggaz of the same
to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a with the same nines
But at the time we was on some different shit
'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 a closed nose when it came to those hoes

And I'm your so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the for ya, but if you hear me
I dedicate this for ya, he was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, they found him in his
Pants and dick 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 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 good times, all of the bad
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

I remember selling three bricks of raw
Turn my man a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and
And a chain had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it
A pinky with a price on it, when he come around
Its likely that he
a pretty lady in them Nike's that you wanted

It's well know he it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail
He used to say he going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it him
The D's would harass him, till he blacked out
told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired till his finger got tired
All the newspapers said was, "Another 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 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

You can me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, face pretty everybody that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a state
Who did than his share of dirt in the world
to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl
So he to tell 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 wanna you

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

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

now I ain't 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 the good 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