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 picture, when 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 niggaz lay can ya hear me
I know you me

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

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

I remember selling three of raw powder
my man into a star in 24 hours
He care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with 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 likely that he
a pretty lady in them Nike's that you wanted

It's 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 blowing
And now I'm I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would harass him, till he blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still out
Shots fired till his finger got tired
All the newspapers was, "Another nigga dead"
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 good times, all of the bad
I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I know you me

You can catch me in a red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, face pretty everybody know that she Smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a biddin'
Who did more than his share of dirt in the
Enough to a nigga think about hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to 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, that's until a few
Convinced her to come and hang out New Year's
been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
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 lot, somebody blew her lid off
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 gone
I remember the times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my laid out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I you hear 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 you was never gone
I remember the times, all of the bad times
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I know you me