Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

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

1: Cassidy]
My tongue like a gun, time to let a slug spray
I been made RAID, but I ain't out of bug spray
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 catch it, I'm infected, I'm too sick
They gon' have this diss like a damn zit
'Cause this like tryna make a fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but pussy make a dog bite
I'm like high beams, you a fog
You can't shine 'cause your just alright
I'm a off nigga, soft live a hard life
And I don't never an off night
I'm always on my J-O, this a round K-O
I heard your diss but that weak
And then you beats
the same shit I did on RAID, yo
This soft like Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my is movin' if I say so
They with toasters like an Eggo
Them sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I been had on the payroll
When you was still playin' with the
I never wore Air Force Ones
I'm in the studio in Gucci's Air Force guns
You ain't nothin' like us, I'm the
I was jumpin' in when you was in diapers
So don't disrespect a man
'Cause I'll cut arm off
And then smack you your own hand
Man, you said I died in that car crash
Well I'mma you in car gas and light a match
You should writin' raps 'cause your bars trash
I'll have your fraud-ass lookin' like ash

Dag, all the f**k up
You shoulda been that I was turnt the f**k up
You said I wear purple Dickies with a and a 5X tee
But you like 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 there when the cops came
But how you know? You wasn't there when them banged
Them cats ratted on me when the came
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll you my discovery
For real, I ain't a deal on my man
I took it to trial, and they on my man
Your career goin' downhill, I for you man
I been had man, chill, you a fan
I'm still ill man, and you a f**k, corny
I think this nigga Meek Millz got a 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 gassed with flunky a**
You lasted like a year or two, but your career
You terrible, why the f**k would I be scared of
What the hell you tellin' Cass with your yellin'
My record five and zero
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a
You tryna act like you a nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black
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 f**k outta
I'mma put you on the
It's f**ked up what you did to nigga Lil' in Conway
was the same cats that came up with you
But you ain't break bread, so they don't f**k you
You be rhymin' all the time you bust pistols
But nigga you got the heart to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need fluid
I'm tryna keep the alive, but it's hard to do it
'Cause all these artists make music
That's why I only listen to myself and my artists'
We got the music, you so soft in your pillow bag
I go hard a Brillo pad

Your Mom I'm your Dad, I should be feelin' bad
'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and that's sad
She really mad that I don't deal with your ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not
Nah, I'm 'bout to call Maury on the hot
And get a DNA, 'cause you know what say
(You are not) the father, damn
These chicks you be screwin' could ruin ya life
I got a lot of sons
But the only biological is the ones with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the damn
The right type of way or you've got a to pay
Aye, I wired, you already know
Higher than a helium when you let it go
I drink a cup liquor, twist a whole dutch
Of grape haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up
You know what? I'm too good
So blow up like tryna microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the '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 don't want no
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't gold
I bullets like a QB, go deep
when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the sound that you'll ever hear
Your blood'll be squirtin'
Ya dead, head'll look like it was never there
Yeah, all that talking'll get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your main slut f**k
I her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck talkin'
And I stopped wearin' jewels, I don't shine
'Cause even in the it be the fuck hawkin'
I'm still ballin', 40 and assists
I've the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't into this
Sit the bench, you ball on the injured list
I'll end you career for free to be
I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks than Ellen
But this come with benefits
You a bitch, nobody think you a thug
'Cause done made scenes in them skinny jeans
make you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this slug blows your ass to smithereens
And you said you my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my had a mnage with your bitch
The bull hit, and then I came on the 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 know how my dick
corny bars you done said already
You already know I it on the radio in February
You had to 8 months to respond back?
Nigga, you ain't for combat, your rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the and some Cognac
But I'mma Rick Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you ain't never had skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm worth a few mill'
You remind me of Sisq from Dru
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 on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to jack son like Michael,
And all your is recycled. nigga
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of
And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick
Shit, your boss stole his name, it's got him off
'Cause he was really in the street knockin' off
after kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last time we ran into other
You was like: "Cass let's do a song, you you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my like Broad Street

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