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 house
its morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a
its my Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego
to take me to the mall to up my black tuxedo
no words, the straight face, today's no
i stopped at a liquor in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
i wipe my up until my face was all cleared up
we out to the house to get geared up
across the bed i laid, prayed, within
i cried at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting like spades
and it makes my heart hurt 'cause my wont change
and to make matters worse, other month
im the pen or followin a hearse
to a funeral, gang stereotype
cadillacs and rolls deep to a burial site
be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower
i to God to give me strength and power as i drop the flowers on the casket
as i it by and wonders why
and tell how many homies got to die
before they realize that life is than the eyes
and your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. Solo knows way
and out of respect they sit and 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 cant the homies me?
why the homies hear 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 your hood in a drop top coupe devizille
the homies at the spot tryin to clock deals
hot steel, and just like milk they top bills
straight servin all the young on the curve and
got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that
but they know the po-po
got a videotape of their faces and catchin cases
and the judge is stretchin em out they plastic
im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats
locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled
to Hell 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
i know all survival, im a ghetto man
but let me tell you its crackin on the devil's plan
came to kill, destroy, and jack
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus to give you life on bizack
but still you sell dope to the folk in community
its time to sit 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 popped by the cops, why cant the hear me?

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

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

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

why? talk to me homie
why? why? i hear what you've got to say
why? why? face to face, G to G, to me homie
why? why? God understands what you're goin
why? why? ive been there where you are
why? why? 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 inside
God knows i wanna see you die, oh die, dont die
yeah,