Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To You

I need to to ya
Can I to you?
Ay, holla at cha
Yo, runnin' from me

Ayo, this Cassidy and niggaz is not wit me man
Yeah, I'm reckless but you gotta respect it
in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta
Kiss to 'em man

Yo, you me K I S S
Kiss of LP soon come for ya, bless, bless
Metalic green paint on the the S.S.
And I figured the more dead the less stress

You how I'm hurtin' the track
You wanna Polly but I'm of hard
To reach like the on ya back
Hand to hand like I'm the sack
And I work out on my
So I no problem workin' the mack

Never a toe steppa, side switcher
A jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers
Hustled wit the of dem
Did whatever it to make a quarter
I charged niggaz to wrestlin'

I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full
Y'all niggaz ready yet
Yeah, New York is mine, is Cass
back

I need to to ya
Can I talk to
Ay, holla at cha
Yo, runnin' from me

I need to to ya
Can I talk to
Ay, lemme at cha
Yo, stop runnin' me

You know me, C A S S, dressed
Just coped some new and a fresh vest
I get scout, 'cause a bitch is the best sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya breast

Go head, get ya on, I let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you wit nothin' but ya on
But it don't matter 'cause ya feets
Now restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus

You 'lil boys better up
'Cause them dudes you hot, will see Cass and then freeze up
You wanna scrap? Roll ya up
But I'd rather squeeze 'cause I ain't trynna my trees up

Or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed, I got and them wit me, dig me?
'Cause you dudes is
And if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn ya paper

I to talk to ya
Can I to you?
Ay, holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' me

I to talk to ya
Can I to you?
Ay, holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' me

Ayo, get it thru ya head it's no me
the R is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D
All it take is a 8 and a mask
Nigga Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin' to blast

If money was food y'all be fastin'
And we stuffin' our face, we wit passion
In the hood we runnin' numbers
Cass ask these why they runnin' from us

They runnin' us 'cause they petrified
I lift for the exercise
And I spray like
You bullz better

When the weapon
You can catch in ya chest
Through ya and die
You on sucka shit
So I'll a scar on ya face longer
the knife that I cut you wit

I done my dews so I'll blow ya brains out
And feed it to ya seed like baby food

I need to to ya
Can I talk to
Ay, lemme at cha
Yo, runnin' from me

I need to to ya
Can I to you?
Ay, holla at cha
Yo, stop from me