Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

Yeah I'm about to y'all
Yeah, I'm about to y'all
Catch a body with bars, the body fall
Then drop the body off, I'm about to y'all
Yeah I'm to body y'all
Yeah, I'm about to y'all
Catch a body with bars, watch the fall
Then drop the body off, I'm to body y'all

1: Cassidy]
My tongue a gun, it's time to let a slug spray
I been made RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug
He been a faggot, that always was gay
See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a man's
he grab balls, no damn mitt
But y'all ain't it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick
They gon' have this diss like a damn zit
'Cause this like make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but every make a dog bite
I'm like beams, you a fog light
You can't shine your rhymes just alright
I'm a off nigga, niggas live a hard life
And I don't never have an off
I'm always on my J-O, this a round K-O
I heard diss but that shit weak
And then you beats
the same shit I did on RAID, yo
This nigga like Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my dudes is if I say so
They stay with toasters like an
Them dudes sick, they a stick a stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I been had on the payroll
When you was still playin' with the
I never fake Air Force Ones
I'm in the studio in with Air Force guns
You ain't nothin' like us, I'm the
I was jumpin' in when you was in diapers
So don't a grown man
'Cause cut your arm off
And then smack you with own hand
Man, you said I died in that car crash
Well I'mma soak you in car gas and light a
You stop writin' raps 'cause your bars trash
I'll your fraud-ass lookin' like cigar ash

Dag, all the f**k up
You shoulda been learnt I was turnt the f**k up
You said I wear Dickies with a du-rag and a 5X tee
But you dress a true fag
Tight-ass shirts, squeezin' your man
Tight ass lookin' like Spandex
You better stop it, or you'll get popped a Xanax
I'm still myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I wasn't there when the cops
But how you know? You wasn't when them shots banged
Them cats ratted on me when the cops
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll you my discovery
For real, I ain't take a on my man
I took it to trial, and squealed on my man
career goin' downhill, I feel for you man
I been had man, chill, you a fan
I'm still ill man, and you still a f**k,
I think nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' your monkey a**
It look this nigga wearin' a monkey mask
You trash, don't get with your flunky a**
You lasted like a or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the f**k would I be scared of
What the hell you tellin' Cass with your a**?
My record five and zero
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a
You tryna act you a street nigga
But you nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero
It's a lot of Philly niggas be extra ill
But you just a nigga with a record deal
And you a ugly nigga have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the outta here
I'mma put you on the
It's f**ked up what you did to nigga Lil' in Conway
They was the cats that came up with you
But you ain't break bread, so they don't with you
You be rhymin' all the time like you bust
But nigga you ain't got the to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I out, you need starter fluid
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's to do it
'Cause all these artists make garbage
That's why I only listen to and my artists' music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in pillow bag
I go hard a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm Dad, I should be feelin' bad
'Cause I your whole childhood, and that's really sad
She really mad that I don't deal your silly ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not
Nah, I'm 'bout to call on the hot line
And get a DNA, 'cause you what he'd say
(You are not) the father, damn
These chicks you be screwin' ruin ya damn life
I got a lot of sons
But the only biological ones is the with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd role the damn dice
The type of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I wired, you already know
than a helium balloon when you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole
Of grape haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up
You know what? I'm too damn
So I'mma blow up like tryna a canned good
Ya man good, I spray
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, in the damn 'hood
Now I spit new bars over old
My flow heat, I've got a hot not cold feet
I roll leaf, get higher than a nose seat
You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so
I'm so street, you know you want no beef
'Cause when I put caps in your grill, it ain't gold teeth
I throw bullets a QB, go deep
when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the sound that you'll ever hear
Your be squirtin' everywhere
Ya dead, your look like it was never there
Yeah, all that tough get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your main slut often
I pick her up, and get my sucked, fuck talkin'
And I stopped wearin' jewels, I don't shine
even in the summertime it be the fuck hawkin'
I'm still ballin', 40 points and
I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you into this
Sit the bench, you can't ball on the injured
end you career for free to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks than Degeneres
But d**k come with benefits
You been a bitch, nobody think you a
'Cause done made plenty in them skinny jeans
I'll you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug your ass to smithereens
And you said you f**ked my girl, that's
But me and my wife had a mnage your bitch
The bull hit, and I came on the whore's lips
Then her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my in that bitch face
So you should let 'em know how my dick
Them corny bars you done already
You already know I heard it on the in February
You had to 8 months to respond back?
Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm on the molly and some Cognac
But I'mma make Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you never had true skill
I broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few mill'
You me of Sisq from Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe
And you ride out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you,
I spit crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to son like Michael, nigga
And all your bars is recycled.
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the shit a bunch of times
And I know Rick Ross, the real Ross
Shit, your boss stole his name, it's got him off
he was really in the street knockin' bricks off
Kilo after kilo, and was a C.O.
The last time we ran into each
You was "Cass let's do a song, you know you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city Broad Street

Do you wanna take it there? Is you sure Meek?
The next time I'mma one of your beats
The streets gon' be like: "Cass on the boy Meek"
Yeah, I'll keep rappin' the track stop
I spit crack rock, Meek don't act
I'm a legend, you know what I did
Everybody know I bodied you in crib already
I bodied you on song that we ever made
Then I you again when I put together RAID
This right here is an easy win
Everybody to Tweet: "Cass bodied Meek again!"
I know I'm underneath your skin
He probably in his havin' a temper tantrum
I'mma always have the belt
I'mma body you, so you could ghost write for f**kin' self
I don't hear nothin' else
Yo, just go cut your d**k off and go your self