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 swings my feet up out my bed into my house
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly
i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i a hornin
its my homie Chill, he to scoop me in the plush rego
to take me to the mall to up my black tuxedo
no words, the straight face, no joke
i stopped at a liquor in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
i wipe my tears up until my was all cleared up
we bunches out to the to get geared up
the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within
i again at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting like spades
and it makes my hurt 'cause my homeis wont change
and to make matters worse, every month
im visitin the pen or followin a
escorted to a funeral, gang
and folds rolls deep to a burial site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a
i looks to God to me strength and power as i drop the flowers on the casket
as i pass it by and why
and how many more homies got to die
before they realize that is quicker than the eyes
and famin your rep by claimin your set will only to lost lives
but oh, Mr. knows another way
and out of respect they sit and listen to word 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 cant the homies me?
why cant the homies me?
why cant the homies hear me? me

(Chille Chill):
one more time in mind its gangsta Chizill
rollin thru your hood in a drop top coupe devizille
the homies at the dope tryin to clock deals
packin hot steel, and just like milk 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 faces and they catchin cases
and the judge is em out like they plastic
im seein my homies goin to the pen, years, thats drastic
locked up with unaccomplished and unfullfilled purpose
goin to 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
i know all survival, im a ghetto man
but let me tell you where its crackin on the plan
Satan came to kill, destroy, and
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus to give you life on bizack
but still you sell to the folk in your community
its time to sit down and 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 hear me? listen to me homie, yeah
why the homies hear me?
why cant the hear me?
why cant the hear 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 with me 'cause Solo dont owe none of you
i know what Abe was talkin about, my was takin me under too
had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now i can help someone
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 filled RIPs
i see OGs i looked up to 'cause they was out
i comes to the hood to find my big homies is out (smackin)
i tell them that the Blood of Christ is to change your life
they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every
and my homegirls, no i cant forget 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 please near me so my homies can hear me

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

why? why? 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 goin through
why? ive been right there where you are
why? why? open up and let the Love of God shine in heart
why? why? He to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me
why? oh

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