Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Hear Me

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha you was never gone
I remember the times, all of the bad times
I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

Now we was once two niggaz of the same
Quick to holla at a bitch the same lines
to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the time we was on some different shit
'Cuz you was with a that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you could get a of it
But you kept a closed nose when it came to hoes

And I'm your so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
there to take the fault for ya, but if you hear me
I dedicate song for ya, he was setup in a stick up
By a girl he to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a up, they found him in his pickup
down and dick up, leaning with one in his head
And one in his chest, one of the at this husslin' shit
But his downfall was he put his trust in a bitch
And fucked up

'Cuz now I wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never
I the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my laid out
Till my lay down can ya hear me
I you hear me

I remember three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a in 24 hours
He didn't spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz like 400 and horsepower
And a chain that had on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come
Its that he blunted
a pretty lady in them Nike's that you wanted

It's well know he it on his hip like a cell phone
If you with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He to say he wasn't going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it him
The D's would harass him, he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he backed out
Shots fired till his trigger got tired
All the said was, "Another nigga dead"
And it's up

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I this song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I know you me

You can catch me in a red 8-50 nice ass
Great tittles, face pretty everybody that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a state
Who did more than his share of in the world
Enough to make a nigga about hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day he pass through
There's some he might have who may wanna blast you

She stayed for a few years, that's a few pairs
Convinced her to and hang out around New Year's
been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's in the trial
Who started going on how he moving on about
Running with them same Smitty had warned about
She slid off her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody her lid off
And it's up

'Cuz now I wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out
Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me
I you hear me

'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz out
Till my niggaz lay down can ya me
I you hear me