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, when I was wit cha you was never 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

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

And I'm your so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to 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 to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a 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 this husslin'
But his downfall was he put his trust in a bitch
And it's up

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I 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 niggaz lay down can ya me
I you hear me

I remember selling bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a in 24 hours
He care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a with 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 that he
With a pretty in them Nike's that you wanted

It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail
He used to say he wasn't back without blowing back
And now I'm I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would him, till he finally blacked out
They told my to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired till his trigger finger got
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 good times, all of the bad
I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

You can catch me in a red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, face pretty everybody know that she Smitty
A big dealer thats doing a state biddin'
Who did than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think hurtin' his girl
So he to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he through
There's some enemies he have who may wanna blast you

She stayed for a few years, until a few pairs
Convinced her to and hang out around New Year's
been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's co-defendant in the
Who started going on how he moving on about
Running with them niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody 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, when I was wit cha like you was gone
I remember the times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz 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 still picture, when I was wit cha like you was 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 you hear me