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, come on, on
Yo, runnin' from me

A yo, this Cassidy and is not fuckin' with me man
Yeah, I'm talkin' but you gotta respect it
in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta
Yeah, Kiss, to 'em

You know me K-I-S-S, kiss of
LP comin' for y'all bless, bless
Metallic green 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 of hard to reach like the dirt on your back
Hand to hand, like I'm the sack
And I work out with my arms so have no problem workin' the Mac

Uh, been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 with twin
Hustled with the of them
Did whatever it to make a quarter

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

Gyeah, I need to talk to you,
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 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, stop from me

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

Go head, get your beef on, 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 restin' in pieces so go meet

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

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

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 from me

Gyeah, I need to to you, okay
Can I talk to
on, come on, come on
Hey, let me at you
on, come on, come 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 take is a 8 and a mass nigga
It's Jada and Cass, I vision your waitin' to blast

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

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

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

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