Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

Fucking style, get ya jig on
You a ass nigga, put a wig on
i be goin ham till the pig gone
all this ice my neck, i got a fridge on

Body Cass, put him in a bag
Broke niggga, we put you in a body cast
nigga, all i know is get a lot of cash
I took you niggas spot, that's you probably mad

My story, All guts
Posted on the glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
like none of ya'll niggas can't harm me

I came from the bottom, where they never it at
With all these jewels on they never taking that
It's rules to the game, I never breakin that
And you give a statement, nigga you can never take it back

You lame, part of the game, pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I park in ya frame
Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some
I'm talkin bike life, to put a park in my name

Just to ride on you niggas or, on you niggas
In the G550, when we on you niggas
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you

So why you suckas hatin and talkin what im makin
When i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my up

Black Maserati, Chinchillas from
All beside me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners beef and brocoli
rice and gravy, now it's crazy got me

All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can play me
If you aint talkin nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop with top down and th A/C on, Drawn

Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a you a pawn, little nigga i'm a Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little do the math

And you bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tabs for
You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you ain't got half of that, they you up asthma attack

Bye clown down, fo you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly now
Went from Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga, my town

I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got
Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god Tebow

Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
All black nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff yo right back in the dirt nigga

What you mad this year, what you nigga
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i church nigga
I did I'm a Boss, young and set the off
Now these old niggas mad at me they fallin off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin cause they all trash
And ya ain't ridin with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in

And ya dog caught a body for ya, damn he ain't eat it
Now you mad at cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my comin at you dog, they gon keep comin
We ain't no Gump nigga, better keep runnin

Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck you lit up
Cause you like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and you to write some shit up
Boom high stick up, all out the pick-up