Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

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

A yo, this Cassidy and is not fuckin' with 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, kiss of
LP soon comin' for bless, bless
green 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 hard to reach the dirt on your back
to hand, like I'm workin' the sack
And I work out with my arms so have no problem workin' the Mac

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

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

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

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

You know me, C-A-S-S, dressed
copped some new 45's and a fresh vest
I just 'cause a bitch mouth is the best 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 your feet's gone
Now restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus

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

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

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 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, get it through your head, there's no me
Nigga, the R is double, the is full, the block 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, niggas be fastin'
And we stuffin' our face and with passion
In the like we run in numbers
Cass, ask these motherfuckers why they from us

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

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

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

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