Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

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

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

You know me K-I-S-S, of death
LP soon comin' for bless, bless
Metallic 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 to reach 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 workin' the Mac

Uh, never been a toe stepper, switcher
A jumper, I was 10 with twin pumpers
Hustled with the of them
Did it took to make a quarter

I charge niggas to watch
I'm a heavy threat, D-Block R
Full surface, niggas ain't ready yet
Yeah, New is mine, Philly is Cass, holla back now

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

You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh
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 in your left breast

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

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

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

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

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, runnin' from me

A yo, get it through your head, no stoppin' me
Nigga, the R is double, the is full, the block is D
All it take is a Trey 8 and a nigga
Jada and Cass, I vision your face waitin' to blast

If money was food, niggas be fastin'
And we stuffin' our and eatin' with passion
In the herd we run in numbers
Cass, ask these why they runnin' from us

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

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

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