Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Talk To You

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

Ayo, this and niggaz is not fuckin' 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 on the apala the S.S.
And I the more niggaz dead the less stress

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

been a toe steppa, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was ten wit ten
wit the best of dem
Did whatever it to make a quarter
I charged to watch wrestlin'

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

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

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

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

Go head, get ya on, I let my wolves get they eat on
And you wit nothin' but ya sneaks on
But it don't 'cause 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 'cause I ain't trynna fuck my trees up

Or my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky
I you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me?
you dudes is haters
And if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn lose ya

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

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

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

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

They runnin' from us 'cause they
I lift guns for the
And I spray insectosides
You bullz better

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

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

I to talk 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 runnin' me