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 swings my feet up out my bed into my shoes
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, mournin
i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i a hornin
its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush
to take me to the to pick up my black tuxedo
no words, the straight face, no joke
i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a of loc's
i my tears up until my face was all cleared up
we bunches out to the house to get up
across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved
i cried again at the my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting like spades
and it my heart hurt 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make matters worse, every month
im visitin the pen or a hearse
to a funeral, gang stereotype
cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a
i looks to God to me strength and power as i drop the flowers on the casket
as i it by and wonders why
and tell how many more got to die
before they realize life is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by claimin your set only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. Solo another way
and out of respect they sit and listen to every word that big Solo got to say
and when i speak i speaks
but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why cant my hear me?

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

(Chille Chill):
one more in your mind its gangsta Chizill
rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy devizille
the homies at the spot tryin to clock deals
packin hot steel, and just like milk they top
straight servin all the young on the curve and
got that cain and urban, even got that drinkin that burban
but they know the po-po
got a videotape of their and they catchin cases
and the judge is stretchin em out like plastic
im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, drastic
locked up unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose
goin to Hell they 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
Satan to kill, destroy, and jack
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you on bizack
but still you sell to the folk in your community
its to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
i breaks em off to God it hurts me dearly
to see my homies hustle and get by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?

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

(Mr. Solo):
uh, my homies be hitting me up im the same Solo
but no im changed, and no i dont no more
dont even trip with me 'cause Solo owe none of you
i know Abe was talkin 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 to pull my homies up off the devil's shelf
i see you see, do you see what i see
i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled RIPs
i see OGs i up to 'cause they was loc'ed out
i comes to the hood to find my big is smoked out (smackin)
i tell them the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
wouldnt listen and they overdosin every night
and my homegirls, no i cant about em
i told em the brother was a hustler, "you can do him"
but she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
please draw near me so my homies can hear me

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

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

im inside
God i dont wanna see you die, oh die, dont die
yeah,