Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To You

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

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

Yo, you me K I S S
Kiss of Death LP soon 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 Polly but I'm sort of hard
To reach like the on ya back
Hand to hand I'm workin' the sack
And I work out on my
So I no problem workin' the mack

Never been a toe steppa, switcher
A fence jumper, I was ten wit ten
wit the best of dem
Did whatever it took to a quarter
I niggaz to watch wrestlin'

I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, R, Full surface
niggaz ain't ready yet
Yeah, New is mine, Philly is Cass
Holla

I to talk to ya
Can I talk to
Ay, holla at cha
Yo, stop from me

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

You know me, C A S S, fresh
Just coped new 4-5's and a fresh vest
I get scout, 'cause a mouth is the best sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left

Go head, get ya beef on, I let my get they eat on
And you wit nothin' but ya sneaks on
But it don't matter ya feets gonn
Now that's in pieces so go meet Jesus

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

Or my dickie, I crack the dutch 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 lose ya paper

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

I to talk to ya
Can I talk to
Ay, lemme at cha
Yo, stop from me

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

If money was food niggaz be fastin'
And we stuffin' our face, we eatin' wit
In the hood like we numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin' us

They runnin' from us 'cause they
I guns for the exercise
And I spray like
You better recognize

the weapon rise
You can catch in ya chest
ya vest and die
You on some shit
So I'll leave a scar on ya face
Than the knife I cut you wit

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

I to talk to ya
Can I to you?
Ay, lemme at cha
Yo, stop from me

I to talk to ya
Can I talk to
Ay, lemme at cha
Yo, stop from me