Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

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

A yo, this 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 know me K-I-S-S, kiss of
LP soon for y'all bless, bless
green paint on the Impala, the SS
And I the more 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 on your back
Hand to hand, like I'm workin' the
And I work out with my arms so I'll 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 it took to make a quarter

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

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 runnin' me

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

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

Go head, get your on, I'll let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you with nothing but your 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 dudes you think see Cass and then freeze up
You wan' scrap, roll your up
But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I ain't tryin' to my trees up

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

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

A yo, get it your 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 vision your waitin' to blast

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

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

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

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, runnin' from me

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