Luyện nghe bài hát Y Can't Da Homies Hear Me

my dog concocked the
it was just last Friday they told me the news
i my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
its morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
i do's my jeans on, my dickies, i hear a hornin
its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the rego
to me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo
no words, the face, today's no joke
i at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
i wipe my tears up my face was all cleared up
we bunches out to the house to get up
across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved
i cried at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, played like spades
and it makes my heart 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make matters worse, other month
im visitin the pen or a hearse
to a funeral, gang stereotype
cadillacs and rolls deep to a burial site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a
i looks to God to give me strength and as i drop the flowers on the casket
as i it by and wonders why
and tell how more homies got to die
before they realize that is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lives
but oh, Mr. Solo another way
and out of they sit and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say
and i speak i speaks clearly
but as they walks away they me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?

why the homies hear me?
why cant the homies me?
why cant the hear me?
why cant the homies me? hear me

(Chille Chill):
one time in your mind its gangsta Chizill
rollin thru your hood in a drop top coupe devizille
the homies at the spot tryin to clock deals
packin hot steel, and just milk they top bills
straight all the young gangstas on the curve and
got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that
but they dont the po-po
got a videotape of faces and they catchin cases
and the judge is stretchin em out like they
im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats
locked up with unaccomplished dreams and purpose
goin to Hell 'cause wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
i know all survival, im a ghetto man
but let me tell you where its on the devil's plan
came to kill, destroy, and jack
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you on bizack
but you sell dope to the folk in your community
its time to sit and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
i em off to God when it hurts me dearly
to see my homies and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?

why cant the homies me? listen to me homie, yeah
why cant the homies me?
why cant the hear me?
why cant the hear me?

(Mr. Solo):
uh, my homies be hitting me up like im the Solo
but no im changed, and no i dont bang no
dont trip with me 'cause Solo dont owe none of you
i know what Abe was about, my hood was takin me under too
had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now i can help else
i found the Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's
i see you see, do you see what i see
i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled RIPs
i see OGs i looked up to they was loc'ed out
i comes to the hood to find my big homies is out (smackin)
i tell that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
they listen and they overdosin every night
and my homegirls, no i forget about em
i told em the was a hustler, "you can do without him"
but still she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now gone
Lord please draw near me so my can hear me

why cant the homies hear me? me why
why cant the homies hear me? oh
why cant the hear me?
why the homies hear me?

why? talk to me homie
why? why? i wanna hear what got to say
why? face to face, G to G, talk to me homie
why? why? God understands what you're goin
why? why? ive been there where you are
why? why? open up and let the of God shine in your heart
why? He wants to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me
why? oh

im hurting
God knows i dont see you die, oh die, dont die
yeah,