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

my dog the blues
it was just Friday they told me about the news
i swings my feet up out my bed my house shoes
its morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
i my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a hornin
its my homie Chill, he to scoop me in the plush rego
to take me to the to pick up my black tuxedo
no words, the straight face, no joke
i at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
i wipe my up until my face was all cleared up
we bunches out to the to get geared up
across the bed i laid, prayed, within
i again at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting 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
cadillacs and folds rolls to a burial site
Solo be not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower
i looks to God to give me strength and as i drop the flowers on the casket
as i pass it by and why
and tell how many homies got to die
before they that life is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. Solo another way
and out of respect they sit and listen to word that big homie Solo got to say
and when i i speaks clearly
but as they walks they hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?

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

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

why cant the homies hear me? 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 same
but no im changed, and no i dont bang no
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 Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's
i see what you see, do you see 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 my big homies is smoked out (smackin)
i tell them that the Blood of Christ is able to change life
they listen and they overdosin every night
and my homegirls, no i cant forget em
i told em the brother was a hustler, "you can do him"
but still she keeps bringin him home, now pregnant alone, and now he's gone
Lord please draw near me so my homies can me

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

why? why? talk to me
why? why? i wanna hear you've got to say
why? why? face to face, G to G, talk to me
why? why? God what 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 to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me
why? oh

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