Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To Ya

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

A yo, this and niggas is not fuckin' with me man
Yeah, I'm talkin' but you gotta respect 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
green paint on the Impala, the SS
And I the more niggas dead, the less stress

You love how I'm the track
You wanna but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on your back
Hand to hand, I'm workin' the sack
And I work out with my arms so I'll have no problem the Mac

Uh, never a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 with twin
Hustled the best of them
Did whatever it took to a quarter

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

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

Gyeah, I to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to
on, come 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 copped some new 45's and a fresh
I just scout a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in your breast

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

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

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

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

Gyeah, I need to talk to you,
Can I to you?
Come on, on, come on
Hey, let me at you
on, come on, come on
Yo, stop runnin' 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 mass
Jada and Cass, I vision your face 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 guns for the exercise and I spray like insecticides
You better recognize when the weapon rise
You can slugs in your chest through your vest and die

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

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, stop from me

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