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

[Verse 1:
My tongue like a gun, time to let a slug spray
I made RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray
He been a faggot, nigga always was gay
See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a man's
he grab balls, no damn mitt
But ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick
They gon' have this diss like a damn zit
this like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog
I'm like beams, you a fog light
You can't 'cause your rhymes just alright
I'm a off nigga, soft live a hard life
And I don't never have an off
I'm always on my J-O, this a second K-O
I heard your but that shit weak
And then you beats
That's the same I did on RAID, yo
This nigga soft Play-Doh
I fuego, my dudes 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 had killers on the payroll
When you was playin' with the Lego
I wore fake Air Force Ones
I'm in the studio in with Air Force guns
You ain't nothin' like us, I'm the
I was jumpin' in cyphers when you was in
So don't disrespect a man
'Cause I'll cut arm off
And then you with your own hand
Man, you said I shoulda in that car crash
I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match
You should stop writin' raps 'cause your bars
I'll have your fraud-ass like cigar ash

Dag, all burnt the up
You shoulda learnt that I was turnt the f**k 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 stop it, or you'll get popped like a Xanax
I'm still myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I wasn't there when the cops
But how you know? You wasn't there them shots banged
Them cats ratted on me the cops came
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll you my discovery
For real, I take a deal on my man
I took it to trial, and squealed on my man
Your career downhill, I feel for you man
I had skills 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 me, I ain't worryin' 'bout your monkey a**
It look like this nigga wearin' a mask
You trash, don't get gassed with your a**
You like a year or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the would I be scared of you?
What the hell you tellin' Cass with your a**?
My record five thousand and
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, a weirdo
You act like you a street nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike or Black Dinero
It's a lot of Philly niggas that be ill
But you just a silly with a record deal
And you a ugly tryna have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k outta
I'mma put you on the
f**ked up what you did to that nigga Lil' in Conway
They was the same cats that came up you
But you ain't break bread, so they f**k with you
You be all the time like you bust pistols
But nigga you got the heart to do it
Stop stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid
I'm tryna the game alive, but it's hard to do it
'Cause all these artists garbage 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 hard a Brillo pad

Mom said I'm your Dad, I should be feelin' 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 'bout to call Maury on the hot
And get a DNA, 'cause you know what say
(You are not) the father, right
These you be screwin' could ruin ya damn life
I got a lot of sons
But the only biological ones is the ones 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 already
Higher than a helium balloon you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a dutch
Of that haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up
You know I'm too damn good
So I'mma blow up like tryna a canned good
Ya man good, I mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn
Now I spit new bars old beats
My flow heat, I've got a hot head not feet
I roll leaf, get higher a bloody nose seat
You so sweet, from Monday to you so weak
I'm so street, you know you don't want no
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't teeth
I throw bullets like a QB, go
'Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be last down
be the last sound that you'll hear
Your blood'll be squirtin'
Ya dead, your head'll look like it was there
Yeah, all that tough talking'll get you a 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 wanna
'Cause in the summertime it be the fuck hawkin'
I'm still ballin', 40 points and
I've been the shit, you ain't that life, you ain't into this
Sit the bench, you ball on the injured list
I'll end you career for to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get chicks than Ellen Degeneres
But this d**k come with
You been a bitch, think you a thug
'Cause done made plenty scenes in skinny jeans
I'll you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug blows your ass to
And you you f**ked my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my wife had a mnage with bitch
The bull hit, and I came on the whore's lips
Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that face
So you should let 'em how my dick tastes
Them corny you done said already
You already know I heard it on the radio in
You had to wait 8 to respond back?
Nigga, you ain't for combat, your rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the and some Cognac
But I'mma make Rick Ross rip up your
I'm too real, you never had true skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few
You me of Sisq from Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Snupe killed
And you only out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you,
I spit crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to son like Michael, nigga
And all bars is recycled. nigga
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of
And I Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
Shit, boss stole his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the street knockin' off
after kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last we ran into each other
You was like: "Cass let's do a song, you you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city like Street

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