Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

Yeah I'm about to y'all
Yeah, I'm to body y'all
Catch a body with bars, the body fall
Then drop the body off, I'm about to body
I'm about to body y'all
Yeah, I'm to body y'all
Catch a body bars, watch the body 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 runnin' out of bug spray
He been a faggot, that always was gay
See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a dick
Y'all he balls, no damn mitt
But y'all ain't it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick
They gon' have this diss bumpin' a damn zit
'Cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a pit
This a dog fight, but every pussy a dog bite
I'm like high beams, you a fog
You can't shine your rhymes just alright
I'm a off nigga, soft niggas a hard life
And I don't never an off night
I'm always on my J-O, this a second K-O
I heard your diss but that shit
And you switch beats
That's the shit I did on RAID, yo
This nigga soft Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my dudes is if I say so
They stay with like an Eggo
Them dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in A-hole
Aye yo, I had killers on the payroll
When you was still playin' the Lego
I wore fake Air Force Ones
I'm in the studio in Gucci's Air Force guns
You nothin' like us, I'm the nicest
I was in cyphers when you was in diapers
So don't a grown man
'Cause cut your arm off
And then smack you your own hand
Man, you said I shoulda died in that car
I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match
You should writin' raps 'cause your bars trash
I'll your fraud-ass lookin' like cigar ash

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

Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I be feelin' bad
'Cause I missed your childhood, and that's really sad
She really mad I don't deal with your silly ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not
Nah, I'm to call Maury 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 ones is the ones with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the dice
The right type of way or got a price to pay
Aye, I stay wired, you know
Higher a helium balloon when you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, a whole dutch
Of that grape haze, I call it a Roll Up
You know what? I'm too good
So I'mma blow up like microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I spray
a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn 'hood
Now I spit new bars old beats
My heat, I've got a hot head not cold feet
I roll leaf, get than a bloody nose seat
You so sweet, from Monday to you so weak
I'm so street, you you don't want no beef
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't teeth
I throw bullets a QB, go deep
when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the last that you'll ever hear
Your blood'll be everywhere
Ya dead, your head'll look like it was never
Yeah, all that tough talking'll get you a shut
Yup, me and your main f**k often
I pick her up, and get my dick sucked, talkin'
And I stopped wearin' jewels, I wanna shine
'Cause even in the summertime it be the fuck
I'm still ballin', 40 and assists
I've been the shit, you ain't that life, you ain't into this
Sit the bench, you can't ball on the list
I'll end you for free to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get more than Ellen Degeneres
But this d**k come benefits
You been a bitch, think you a thug
'Cause made plenty scenes in them skinny jeans
I'll you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug blows ass to smithereens
And you you f**ked my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my had a mnage with your bitch
The bull hit, and I came on the whore's lips
Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in bitch face
So you should let 'em how my dick tastes
Them corny bars you said already
You already know I heard it on the radio in
You had to wait 8 to respond back?
Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the and some Cognac
But make Rick Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you ain't never had true
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few
You remind me of Sisq Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' killed
And you only out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you,
I spit cooked crack, I put that on the Bible,
I pack guns to jack son 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 Rick
Shit, boss stole his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the street knockin' off
Kilo after kilo, and was a C.O.
The last time we ran into each
You was like: "Cass do a song, you know you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my like Broad Street

Do you really take it there? Is you sure Meek?
The next time I'mma slaughter one of your
The streets be like: "Cass spazzed on the boy Meek"
Yeah, I'll keep rappin' 'til the track
I spit rock, Meek don't act shocked
I'm a legend, you what I did already
Everybody know I bodied you in crib already
I bodied you on every song that we ever
Then I bodied you when I put together RAID
fight 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 f**kin'
I'mma body you, so you could ghost for your f**kin' self
I don't wanna nothin' else
Yo, just go cut your d**k off and go your self