Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

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, runnin' from me

A yo, Cassidy and niggas is not fuckin' with me man
Yeah, I'm wreckless but you gotta 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,
green paint on the Impala, the SS
And I figure the more niggas dead, the less

You love how I'm hurtin' the
You polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on your back
to hand, like 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 to make a quarter

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

Gyeah, I to talk 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

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 from me

You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh
Just copped some new 45's and a vest
I just scout 'cause a bitch mouth is the sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in your left

Go head, get your 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 that's in pieces so go meet Jesus

You little boys better up
'Cause them dudes you hot'll 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
you dudes is haters and if you bet that
I was gon' flop, you gon' your paper, nigga

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

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 from me

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

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

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

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

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