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 body
drop the body off, I'm about to body y'all
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

[Verse 1:
My tongue like a gun, it's to let a slug spray
I been made RAID, but I ain't out of bug spray
He been a faggot, nigga always was gay
See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a man's
Y'all he balls, no damn mitt
But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too sick
They gon' have this diss bumpin' a damn zit
'Cause this like make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog
I'm like high beams, you a fog
You can't shine 'cause your just alright
I'm a off nigga, soft niggas a hard life
And I never have an off night
I'm on my J-O, this a second round K-O
I your diss but that shit weak
And then you beats
the same shit I did on RAID, yo
This nigga soft like
I spit fuego, my is movin' if I say so
They stay toasters like an Eggo
Them dudes sick, they a stick a stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I had killers on the payroll
When you was playin' with the Lego
I never 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 in cyphers when you was in diapers
So don't disrespect a man
'Cause cut your arm off
And then smack you with your own
Man, you said I died in that car crash
I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match
You should stop writin' raps 'cause bars trash
I'll have your fraud-ass lookin' like ash

Dag, all burnt the up
You shoulda 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, squeezin' your man
Tight ass pants like Spandex
You better stop it, or get popped like 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 shots banged
Them ratted 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 they on my man
Your goin' downhill, I feel for you man
I had skills man, chill, you a fan
I'm still ill man, and you still a f**k,
I think this Meek 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, don't get gassed with flunky a**
You lasted like a year or two, but your through
You terrible, why the f**k would I be of you?
What the hell you tellin' Cass your yellin' a**?
My record five and zero
I ain't ever lost, boss, youse a weirdo
You act like you a street nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Knox or Black Dinero
It's a lot of Philly that be extra ill
But you a silly nigga with a record deal
And you a nigga tryna have sex appeal
You a rider, Get the f**k outta here
put you on the entre
It's f**ked up what you did to that nigga in Conway
They was the same cats came up with you
But you break bread, so they don't f**k with you
You be rhymin' all the time like you bust
But you ain't got the heart to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need starter
I'm tryna keep the alive, but it's hard to do it
'Cause all these artists garbage music
That's why I only listen to myself and my artists'
We got the hardest music, you so soft in your bag
I go like a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm Dad, I should be feelin' bad
'Cause I your whole childhood, and that's really sad
She mad that I don't deal 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, 'cause you know he'd say
(You are not) the father, right
These chicks you be screwin' could 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 better role the damn dice
The right type of way or you've got a to pay
Aye, I stay wired, you already
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 what? 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, in the damn '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 nose
You so sweet, from Monday to 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 a QB, go deep
'Cause I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the last sound that ever hear
Your blood'll be squirtin'
Ya dead, your look like it was never there
Yeah, all tough talking'll get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and main slut f**k often
I pick her up, and get my dick sucked, talkin'
And I wearin' jewels, I don't wanna shine
'Cause even in the 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 can't on the injured list
I'll end you career for free to be
I'm not a feminist, I get more than Ellen Degeneres
But this d**k come with
You a bitch, nobody think you a thug
'Cause done made scenes in them skinny jeans
I'll make you skinny dip in a pool of
this Ruger slug blows your ass to smithereens
And you said you my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my wife had a mnage with bitch
The bull hit, and then I on the whore's lips
Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's
Let's get shit straight, I had my 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 in February
You had to wait 8 months to back?
Nigga, you ready for combat, your rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm on the molly and some Cognac
But I'mma Rick Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you ain't never had skill
I broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few mill'
You remind me of Sisq from Dru
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' killed
And you only ride out on two
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't you, nigga
I spit cooked crack, I put that on the Bible,
I pack to jack son like Michael, nigga
And all bars 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 stole his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the knockin' bricks off
Kilo kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last time we ran each other
You was like: "Cass do a song, you know you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my like Broad Street

Do you wanna take it there? Is you sure Meek?
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 track
I spit rock, Meek don't act shocked
I'm a legend, you know I did already
Everybody know I bodied you in your already
I bodied you on every song we ever made
Then I bodied you again when I put together
This fight here is an easy win
Everybody 'bout to "Cass bodied Meek again!"
I know I'm gettin' your skin
He probably in his Phantom havin' a temper
always have the f**kin' belt
I'mma body you, so you could ghost write for your self
I don't wanna nothin' else
Yo, just go cut your d**k off and go f**k self