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

my dog the blues
it was just last Friday they me about the news
i swings my up out my bed into my house shoes
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly
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 take me to the mall to pick up my tuxedo
no words, the straight face, no joke
i stopped at a store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
i wipe my tears up until my face was all up
we out to the house to get geared up
the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within
i again at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to the hood, straight puttin in work, getting played like spades
and it makes my hurt 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make matters worse, every month
im visitin the pen or followin a
escorted to a funeral, stereotype
and folds rolls deep to a burial site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my a shower
i looks to God to give me strength and power as i drop the on the casket
as i it by and wonders why
and tell how more homies got to die
before realize that life is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. knows another way
and out of respect sit and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say
and i speak i speaks clearly
but as they walks they hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?

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

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

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

(Mr. Solo):
uh, my homies be me up like im the same Solo
but no im changed, and no i dont bang no
dont even trip with me 'cause dont 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 someone
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 with
i see OGs i up to 'cause they was loc'ed out
i comes to the hood to find my big homies is out (smackin)
i tell them that the Blood of Christ is to change your life
they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every
and my homegirls, no i cant forget em
i em the brother was a hustler, "you can do without him"
but still she keeps him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
Lord please near me so my homies can hear me

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

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

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