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
on, come on, come on
Yo, runnin' from me

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

You know me K-I-S-S, of death
LP comin' for y'all bless, 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 workin' the
And I out with my arms so I'll have no problem workin' the Mac

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

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

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

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

Go head, get beef on, I'll let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you nothing but your sneaks on
But it matter 'cause your feet's gone
Now that's in pieces so go meet Jesus

You little boys better up
'Cause them dudes you think see Cass and then freeze up
You scrap, roll your sleeves up
But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I tryin' to fuck my trees up

Or wrinkle my Dickie, I crack a dutch, sprinkle the
I you pissed, I got Kiss and 'em wit me, dig me
'Cause you dudes is 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
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 to you?
Come on, come on, on
Hey, let me at you
Come on, come on, on
Yo, stop from 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 take is a Trey 8 and a nigga
It's Jada and Cass, I vision your waitin' to blast

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

They from us, 'cause they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise and I like insecticides
You bugs better recognize 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 knife that I cut you wit,
I done paid my so I'll blow your brains out
And then feed it to your like baby food, bitch

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