Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

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

[Verse 1:
My tongue a gun, it's time to let a slug spray
I been made RAID, but I runnin' out of bug spray
He a faggot, that nigga always was gay
See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a dick
he grab balls, no damn mitt
But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too sick
They gon' have this diss bumpin' like a zit
'Cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a pit
a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog bite
I'm high beams, you a fog light
You can't shine 'cause your rhymes alright
I'm a off nigga, soft live a hard life
And I don't have an off night
I'm always on my J-O, this a second K-O
I heard your diss but that weak
And then you beats
That's the same I did on RAID, yo
nigga soft like Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my is movin' if I say so
They stay toasters like an Eggo
Them sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I been had killers on the
When you was still playin' with the
I never wore fake Air Ones
I'm in the studio in with Air Force guns
You ain't nothin' us, I'm the nicest
I was in cyphers when you was in diapers
So don't disrespect a man
'Cause cut your arm off
And smack you with your own hand
Man, you said I shoulda died in that car
Well soak you in car gas and light a match
You should writin' raps 'cause your bars trash
I'll have your lookin' like cigar ash

Dag, all the f**k 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 lookin' like
You better stop it, or you'll get popped a Xanax
I'm still myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I wasn't when the cops came
But how you know? You wasn't there when shots banged
Them cats ratted on me when the came
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll show you my
For real, I ain't a deal on my man
I took it to trial, and squealed on my man
Your career 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 this nigga Meek got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I worryin' 'bout your monkey a**
It look this nigga wearin' a monkey mask
You trash, get gassed with your flunky a**
You lasted like a or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the would I be scared of you?
What the hell you Cass with your yellin' a**?
My five thousand and zero
I ain't lost, I'mma boss, youse a weirdo
You tryna act you a street nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Dinero
It's a lot of Philly niggas that be ill
But you just a nigga with a record deal
And you a ugly nigga have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k here
put you on the entre
It's f**ked up 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 all the time like you bust pistols
But nigga you ain't got the to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need starter
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's to do it
'Cause all these artists make music
That's why I only listen to myself and my music
We got the hardest music, you so in your pillow bag
I go like a Brillo pad

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

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