Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

Gyeah, I to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to
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 wreckless but you gotta 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 for y'all bless, bless
Metallic paint on the Impala, the SS
And I figure the niggas dead, the less stress

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

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

I charge niggas to 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 to you, okay
Can I talk to
Come on, come on, 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, on, come on
Yo, runnin' from me

You know me, C-A-S-S, dressed
Just copped some new 45's and a vest
I just 'cause a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less talk, you got no heart in your left breast

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 'cause your feet's
Now restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus

You little better ease up
'Cause them you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up
You scrap, roll your sleeves up
But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I ain't tryin' to fuck my 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 is haters 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, 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 talk to
Come on, come on, on
Hey, let me at you
on, come on, come on
Yo, stop from 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 8 and a mass nigga
It's Jada and Cass, I your face waitin' to blast

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

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

You on some sucker shit so I'll 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 seed like baby food, bitch

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