Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

Gyeah, I need to 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

A yo, this Cassidy and is not fuckin' 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 comin' for y'all bless, bless
Metallic paint on the Impala, the SS
And I figure the more niggas dead, the less

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

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

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

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

You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh
Just copped 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 breast

Go head, get your on, I'll let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you with but your sneaks on
But it don't matter 'cause your feet's
Now that's restin' in pieces so go meet

You little better ease up
'Cause them dudes you think see Cass 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 you pissed, I got Kiss and 'em wit me, dig me
'Cause you dudes is and if you bet that
I was gon' flop, you gon' lose your paper,

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

Gyeah, I need to talk to you,
Can I talk to
Come on, 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 is a Trey 8 and a mass nigga
It's Jada and Cass, I vision face waitin' to blast

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

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

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

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