Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

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

[Verse 1:
My tongue a gun, it's time to let a slug spray
I been RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray
He been a faggot, that always was gay
See he a man-bitch, on a man's dick
Y'all he grab balls, no damn
But ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick
They gon' have this bumpin' like a damn zit
'Cause this like tryna a poodle fight a damn pit
a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog bite
I'm like 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, a second round K-O
I heard your diss but shit weak
And you switch beats
That's the shit I did on RAID, yo
This nigga soft Play-Doh
I fuego, my dudes is movin' if I say so
They stay with toasters an Eggo
Them dudes sick, they a stick a stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I been had on the payroll
you was still playin' with the Lego
I never wore 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 in cyphers when you was in diapers
So disrespect a grown man
'Cause cut your arm off
And smack you with your own hand
Man, you said I shoulda died in that car
I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match
You should stop writin' raps 'cause your trash
I'll have your fraud-ass lookin' like ash

Dag, all burnt the up
You been learnt that I was turnt the f**k up
You said I wear purple Dickies with a and a 5X tee
But you dress like a fag
Tight-ass shirts, your man breasts
Tight ass pants lookin' Spandex
You stop it, or you'll get popped like a Xanax
I'm still feelin' myself, no sex
Yeah, I wasn't there when the came
But how you know? You wasn't there when shots banged
Them cats on me when the cops 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 had skills man, chill, you a fan
I'm ill man, and you still a f**k, corny
I think this nigga Millz 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 f**k would I be of you?
the hell you tellin' Cass with your yellin' a**?
My five thousand and zero
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a
You act like you a street nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike or Black Dinero
It's a lot of niggas that be extra ill
But you a silly nigga with a record deal
And you a ugly tryna have sex appeal
You a rider, Get the f**k outta here
put you on the entre
It's up what you did to that nigga Lil' in Conway
They was the same cats came up with you
But you ain't bread, so they don't f**k with you
You be all the time like you bust pistols
But nigga you got the heart to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you starter fluid
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but hard to do it
'Cause all these artists make music
why I only listen to myself and my artists' music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in your bag
I go hard 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 deal 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, you know what he'd say
(You are not) the father, damn
These you be screwin' could ruin ya damn life
I got a whole lot of
But the only ones is the ones with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the damn
The right of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I wired, you already know
Higher a helium balloon when you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, a whole dutch
Of that grape haze, I 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 spray
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn
Now I new bars over old beats
My flow heat, I've got a hot head not cold
I roll leaf, get higher than a nose seat
You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so
I'm so street, you you don't want no beef
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it gold teeth
I throw like a QB, go deep
'Cause I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the last sound that you'll hear
Your blood'll be everywhere
Ya dead, your look like it was never there
Yeah, all that tough get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your main slut f**k
I pick her up, and get my sucked, fuck talkin'
And I wearin' jewels, I don't wanna shine
'Cause even in the summertime it be the fuck
I'm ballin', 40 points 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 Degeneres
But this come with benefits
You been a bitch, nobody think you a
'Cause done made scenes in them skinny jeans
make you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug blows ass to smithereens
And you said you f**ked my girl, that's
But me and my wife had a mnage with your
The bull hit, and then I came on the whore's
sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips
Let's get straight, I had my dick in that bitch face
So you should let 'em know how my tastes
Them corny bars you done already
You already know I heard it on the radio in
You had to wait 8 months to respond
Nigga, you ready for combat, your rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the and some Cognac
But I'mma make Rick rip up your contract
I'm too real, you never had true skill
I broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few mill'
You remind me of from Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' killed
And you ride out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't you, nigga
I spit crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to son like Michael, nigga
And all your is recycled. nigga
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a of times
And I know Rick Ross, the real Ross
Shit, your boss stole his name, it's got him off
'Cause he was really in the street bricks off
Kilo 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 take it there? Is you sure
The time I'mma slaughter one of your beats
The streets gon' be like: "Cass on the boy Meek"
Yeah, I'll keep rappin' 'til the stop
I spit crack rock, Meek act shocked
I'm a legend, you know what I did
know I bodied you in your crib already
I bodied you on every song we ever made
Then I bodied you again when I put RAID
This fight right here is an win
Everybody to Tweet: "Cass bodied Meek again!"
I I'm gettin' underneath your skin
He probably in his Phantom a temper tantrum
I'mma have the f**kin' belt
I'mma body you, so you ghost write for your f**kin' self
I don't hear nothin' else
Yo, just go cut your d**k off and go your self