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

my dog the blues
it was just last Friday told me about the news
i my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly
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 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 was all cleared up
we out to the house to get geared up
across the bed i laid, prayed, within
i cried again at the thought my homie in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight in work, getting played like spades
and it makes my heart 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make worse, every other month
im visitin the pen or a hearse
to a funeral, gang stereotype
cadillacs and folds deep 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 power as i drop the flowers on the
as i pass it by and why
and how many more homies got to die
before 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 respect they sit and listen to every word that big Solo got to say
and i speak i speaks clearly
but as they walks away hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?

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

(Chille Chill):
one time in your mind its gangsta Chizill
rollin thru your hood in a top caddy coupe devizille
the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock
packin hot steel, and just like milk top bills
straight servin all the young gangstas on the and
got that cain and urban, even got that drinkin that burban
but they know the po-po
got a videotape of their and they catchin cases
and the is stretchin em out like they plastic
im my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats drastic
locked up with unaccomplished and unfullfilled purpose
goin to Hell 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it it?
i all about survival, im a ghetto man
but let me tell you where its on the devil's plan
Satan to kill, destroy, and jack
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on
but still you sell dope to the in your community
its to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
i breaks em off to God it hurts me dearly
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 the homies hear me?
why cant the homies 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 bang no more
even trip with me 'cause Solo dont 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 to pull 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 RIPs
i see OGs i looked up to 'cause they was out
i comes to the hood to my big homies is smoked out (smackin)
i tell that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
wouldnt listen and they overdosin every night
and my homegirls, no i forget about em
i told em the was a hustler, "you can do without him"
but still she bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
Lord please draw near me so my homies can me

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

why? talk to me homie
why? why? i wanna hear 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 right there you are
why? why? open up and let the Love of God shine in heart
why? why? He wants to set you free, He to set you free, like He did me
why? oh

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