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

my dog concocked the
it was just last they told me about the news
i swings my feet up out my bed into my house
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly
i do's my high 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 tears up until my face was all up
we bunches out to the house to get up
across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved
i again at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight in work, getting played like spades
and it my heart hurt 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make matters worse, every month
im the pen or followin a hearse
escorted to a funeral, stereotype
cadillacs and rolls deep to a burial site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my give my face a shower
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
they realize that life is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. Solo knows way
and out of respect they sit and listen to every that big homie Solo got to say
and i speak i speaks clearly
but as they away they hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?

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

(Chille Chill):
one more time in your its gangsta Chizill
rollin thru hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille
the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock
packin hot steel, and like milk they top bills
servin all the young gangstas on the curve and
got that cain and urban, even got sherman drinkin that burban
but they know the po-po
got a videotape of their faces and they catchin
and the judge is em out like 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 about survival, im a man
but let me tell you where its crackin on the devil's
came to kill, destroy, and jack
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on
but still you sell dope to the folk in community
its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc, 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 cant the homies 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 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 talkin about, my hood was takin me too
had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now i can help else
i found the Truth to my homies up off the devil's shelf
i see you see, do you see what i see
i go to my neighbourhood, the is filled with 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 them that 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 em the brother was a hustler, "you can do without him"
but she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
Lord draw near me so my homies can hear me

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

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

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