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 my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
its morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a
its my homie Chill, he to scoop me in the plush rego
to take me to the mall to pick up my black
no words, the straight face, today's no
i at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
i wipe my tears up my face was all cleared up
we out to the house to get geared up
the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within
i cried again at the thought my died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting like spades
and it makes my heart 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make worse, every other 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 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 more got to die
they realize that life is quicker than the eyes
and famin rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. knows another way
and out of they 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 the homies hear me?
why cant the hear me?
why cant the hear me?
why cant the hear me? hear me

(Chille Chill):
one more time in your its gangsta Chizill
rollin thru your hood in a top caddy coupe devizille
the homies at the spot tryin to clock deals
packin hot steel, and like milk they top bills
straight servin all the 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 and they catchin cases
and the judge is stretchin em out they plastic
im seein my homies goin to the pen, years, thats drastic
locked up with dreams and unfullfilled purpose
goin to '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 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 sell dope to the folk in your
its time to sit and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
i breaks em off to God when it me dearly
to see my homies and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?

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

(Mr. Solo):
uh, my be hitting me up like im the same Solo
but no im changed, and no i dont no more
dont even trip with me 'cause dont owe none of you
i what Abe was talkin about, my hood was takin 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 homies up off the devil's
i see what you see, do you see i see
i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is with 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 that the of Christ is able to change your 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 him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
Lord please draw near me so my can hear me

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

why? why? talk to me
why? i wanna 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 right there where you are
why? why? up and let the Love of God shine 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,