Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

Gyeah, I need to to you, okay
Can I to you?
Come on, on, come on
Hey, let me at you
on, come on, come on
Yo, stop runnin' me

A yo, this Cassidy and niggas is not with me man
Yeah, I'm wreckless but you gotta respect it
It's in my DNA man, I was to be a gangsta
Yeah, Kiss, to 'em

You me K-I-S-S, kiss of death
LP soon for y'all bless, bless
green paint on the Impala, the SS
And I figure the more niggas dead, the stress

You how I'm hurtin' the track
You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to like the dirt on your back
Hand to hand, like I'm the sack
And I work out with my arms so I'll have no problem the Mac

Uh, never a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 with pumpers
Hustled with the best of
Did it took to make a quarter

I charge niggas to wrestlin'
I'm a threat, D-Block double R
Full surface, y'all niggas ready yet
Yeah, New York is mine, Philly is Cass, back now

Gyeah, I need to talk to you,
Can I to you?
on, come on, come on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, on, come on
Yo, stop from me

Gyeah, I need to talk to you,
Can I to you?
Come on, come on, on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, come on, on
Yo, stop runnin' me

You me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed
copped some new 45's and a fresh vest
I just scout 'cause a bitch mouth is the sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in your left

Go head, get your beef on, let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you with nothing but sneaks on
But it don't matter your feet's gone
Now that's in pieces so go meet Jesus

You little boys ease up
'Cause them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then up
You wan' scrap, roll your up
But rather squeeze 'cause I ain't tryin' to fuck my trees up

Or wrinkle my Dickie, I crack a dutch, the sticky
I know you pissed, I got and 'em wit me, dig me
'Cause you dudes is haters and if you bet
I was flop, you gon' lose your paper, nigga

Gyeah, I to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to
Come on, on, come on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, on, come on
Yo, stop from me

Gyeah, I to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to
on, come on, come on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, come on, on
Yo, stop from me

A yo, get it your head, there's no stoppin' me
Nigga, the R is double, the surface is full, the is D
All it take is a 8 and a mass nigga
It's Jada and Cass, I vision your face waitin' to

If money was food, y'all be fastin'
And we stuffin' our face and eatin' with
In the like we run in numbers
Cass, ask motherfuckers why they runnin' from us

They from us, 'cause they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise and I spray insecticides
You bugs better recognize the weapon rise
You can catch slugs in chest through your vest and die

You on some sucker shit so I'll leave a on your face
Longer than the that I cut you wit, prick
I paid my dues so I'll blow your brains out
And then feed it to your like baby food, bitch

Gyeah, I to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to
on, come on, come on
Hey, let me at you
on, come on, come on
Yo, stop from me

Gyeah, I need to to you, okay
Can I to you?
Come on, come on, on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, on, come on
Yo, stop runnin' me