Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear Me

'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 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

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

And I'm your so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, but if you 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 him chop 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 this shit
But his was that he put his trust in a bitch
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 like you was never
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I know you me

I remember selling bricks of raw powder
my man into 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 on it, when he come around
Its that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them that you wanted

It's know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing
And now I'm black I 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 till his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers was, "Another nigga dead"
And fucked up

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

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

She stayed for a few years, that's 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 her man's co-defendant in the trial
Who going on about how he moving on about
Running with same 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 wit cha, know 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 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

'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 dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
my niggaz lay down can ya hear me
I you hear me