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

my dog concocked the
it was just last Friday they told me about the
i my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, mournin
i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a
its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the rego
to take me to the mall to pick up my black
no words, the face, today's 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
across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved
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 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make worse, every other month
im the pen or followin a hearse
escorted to a funeral, gang
cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my give my face a shower
i looks to God to give me strength and power as i the flowers on the casket
as i it by and wonders why
and tell how more homies got to die
before they realize life is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by claimin your set will 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 when i i speaks clearly
but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why cant my hear me?

why the homies hear me?
why cant the homies me?
why cant the homies 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 dope spot 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, got that sherman drinkin that burban
but they dont know the
got a videotape of their faces and they cases
and the judge is stretchin em out like they
im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, drastic
locked up unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose
to Hell 'cause 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 Jesus do?) but Jesus 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 hustle and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?

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

(Mr. Solo):
uh, my homies be me up like im the same Solo
but no im changed, and no i dont no more
dont even trip with me 'cause Solo dont owe 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 someone else
i found the Truth to my homies up off the devil's shelf
i see what you see, do you see i see
i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with
i see OGs i looked up to 'cause they was 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 wouldnt listen and overdosin every night
and my homegirls, no i forget 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
please draw near me so my homies can hear me

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

why? why? to me homie
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 what you're goin
why? why? ive been there where you are
why? why? open up and let the of God shine in your heart
why? why? He wants to set you free, He want to set you free, He did me
why? oh

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