Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

Gyeah, I need to to you, okay
Can I talk to
Come on, on, come on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, 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 born to be a
Yeah, Kiss, to 'em

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

You love how I'm hurtin' the
You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on 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 twin
Hustled the best of them
Did whatever it took to a quarter

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

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, runnin' from me

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

You me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed
Just copped new 45's and a fresh vest
I just scout 'cause a bitch is the best 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 with but your sneaks on
But it don't 'cause your feet's gone
Now restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus

You little better ease up
'Cause dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan' scrap, your sleeves up
But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I 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 and if you bet that
I was gon' flop, you lose your paper, nigga

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

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

A yo, get it through head, there's 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
It's Jada and Cass, I vision your waitin' to blast

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

They runnin' from us, 'cause they
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 some sucker shit so I'll a scar on your face
than 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 to you, okay
Can I to you?
on, come on, come on
Hey, let me at you
on, come on, come on
Yo, stop from me

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