Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

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

1: Cassidy]
My tongue like a gun, it's to let a slug spray
I made RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray
He a faggot, that nigga always was gay
See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a man's
Y'all he grab balls, no damn
But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too damn
gon' have this diss bumpin' like a damn zit
'Cause like tryna make a poodle fight a damn 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 just
I'm a off nigga, soft niggas live a hard
And I don't never have an off
I'm always on my J-O, a second round K-O
I heard your diss but shit weak
And you switch beats
the same shit I did on RAID, yo
This nigga soft Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my dudes is if I say so
They stay toasters like an Eggo
Them dudes sick, they a a pool stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I been had killers on the
When you was still playin' the Lego
I wore fake Air Force Ones
I'm in the in Gucci's with Air Force guns
You ain't like us, I'm the nicest
I was jumpin' in cyphers when you was in
So don't disrespect a man
'Cause cut your arm off
And then smack you with own hand
Man, you said I shoulda in that car crash
Well soak you in car gas and light a match
You should stop writin' raps 'cause your trash
I'll have your fraud-ass like cigar ash

Dag, all burnt the up
You been learnt that I was turnt the f**k up
You I wear purple Dickies with a du-rag and a 5X tee
But you dress a true fag
Tight-ass shirts, squeezin' man breasts
Tight ass pants lookin' 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 came
But how you You wasn't there when them shots banged
Them cats ratted on me the cops came
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll you my discovery
For real, I ain't take a 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 ill man, and you still a f**k, corny
I think nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' your monkey a**
It look like this nigga wearin' a mask
You trash, don't get with your flunky a**
You lasted 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 yellin' a**?
My record five thousand and
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a
You tryna act like you a nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Knox or Black Dinero
It's a lot of Philly niggas be extra ill
But you just a silly nigga with a deal
And you a ugly nigga have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k outta
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 you ain't got the heart to do it
talkin' 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 make garbage
why I only listen to myself and my artists' music
We got the music, you so soft in your pillow bag
I go hard like a pad

Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I be feelin' bad
'Cause I your whole childhood, and that's really sad
She really mad that I deal with your silly ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not
Nah, I'm 'bout to call on the hot line
And get a DNA, 'cause you what he'd say
(You are not) the father, right
These chicks you be could ruin ya damn life
I got a whole lot of
But the only biological ones is the 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 stay wired, you already
Higher than a helium when you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole
Of that grape haze, I it a Fruit Roll Up
You know I'm too damn good
So I'mma blow up tryna microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I spray
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the 'hood
Now I spit new over old beats
My flow heat, got a hot head not cold feet
I roll leaf, get higher than a bloody seat
You so sweet, from to Sunday you so weak
I'm so street, you know you want no beef
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it gold teeth
I throw bullets like a QB, go
'Cause when I rounds, it'll be your last down
be the last sound that ever hear
blood'll be squirtin' everywhere
Ya dead, head'll look like it was never 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 dick sucked, talkin'
And I stopped wearin' jewels, I wanna shine
'Cause even in the summertime it be the hawkin'
I'm still ballin', 40 and assists
been 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 Ellen Degeneres
But this d**k with benefits
You a bitch, nobody think you a thug
'Cause done made plenty in them skinny jeans
I'll make you dip in a pool of blood
this Ruger slug blows your ass to smithereens
And you said you f**ked my girl, that's
But me and my had a mnage with your bitch
The bull hit, and then I came on the lips
Then her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my in that bitch face
So you should let 'em how my dick tastes
corny bars you done said already
You already I heard it on the radio in February
You had to 8 months to respond back?
Nigga, you ready for combat, your rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the molly and Cognac
But I'mma make Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you ain't never had true
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few
You remind me of Sisq Dru Hill
how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe 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 to jack son like Michael, nigga
And all your is recycled. nigga
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the shit a bunch of times
And I know Ross, the real Rick Ross
Shit, your boss stole his name, got him pissed off
'Cause he was in the street knockin' bricks off
Kilo after kilo, and 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 city like Street

Do you really wanna take it Is you sure Meek?
The next I'mma slaughter one of your beats
The streets gon' be "Cass spazzed on the boy Meek"
Yeah, I'll keep rappin' 'til the track
I spit rock, Meek don't act shocked
I'm a legend, you what I did already
Everybody know I you in your crib already
I bodied you on every song we ever made
Then I you again when I put together RAID
This fight right here is an win
Everybody 'bout to Tweet: "Cass bodied 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 ghost for your f**kin' self
I don't wanna hear nothin'
Yo, just go cut your off and go f**k your self