Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

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

Body Cass, put him in a bag
niggga, we should put you in a body cast
Real nigga, all i is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, you probably mad

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

I came from the bottom, they never made it at
With all these on they ain'y never taking that
It's rules to the game, I ain't never that
And once you give a statement, nigga you can take it back

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

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

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

Maserati, Chinchillas from papi
All killer me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners with and brocoli
rice and gravy, now it's Phillipes got me

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

is ya'll doin, i'm a king 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, nigga do the math

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

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

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

Naw won't work nigga, that'll 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 skeleton right in the dirt nigga

What you mad year, what you worth 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 larceny cause all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't put no food up in AR-ABs

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

Duck, tuck and hit up, nigga you lit up
you lookin like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write shit up
high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up