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

[Verse 1:
My tongue like a gun, it's to let a slug spray
I been RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray
He a faggot, that nigga always was gay
See he a man-bitch, on a man's dick
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 like a damn zit
'Cause like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but pussy make a dog bite
I'm high beams, you a fog light
You can't 'cause your rhymes just alright
I'm a off nigga, soft niggas live a life
And I never have an off night
I'm always on my J-O, a second round K-O
I heard your diss but shit weak
And then you switch
That's the same I did on RAID, yo
nigga soft like Play-Doh
I fuego, my dudes is movin' if I say so
They stay with toasters like an
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 fake Air Force Ones
I'm in the studio in Gucci's with Air guns
You ain't nothin' like us, I'm the
I was in cyphers when you was in diapers
So don't disrespect a man
I'll cut your arm off
And then you with your own hand
Man, you said I shoulda in that car crash
Well I'mma soak you in car gas and light a
You should stop writin' raps 'cause your bars
I'll have your lookin' like cigar ash

Dag, all the f**k up
You shoulda been learnt that I was the f**k up
You I wear purple Dickies with a du-rag and a 5X tee
But you dress like a fag
Tight-ass shirts, squeezin' your man
Tight ass pants like Spandex
You better 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 know? You wasn't there when shots banged
Them cats ratted on me the cops came
I'm a G, I'll show you my discovery
For real, I take a deal on my man
I took it to trial, and squealed 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 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 a year 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 ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a weirdo
You tryna act you a street nigga
But you nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero
It's a lot of niggas that be extra ill
But you just a nigga with a record deal
And you a ugly nigga tryna 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 like you bust pistols
But nigga you ain't got the to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need fluid
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but hard to do it
'Cause all these artists make garbage
That's why I listen to myself and my artists' music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in your bag
I go like a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I should be bad
'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and 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 Maury on the hot
And get a DNA, 'cause you know he'd say
(You are not) the father, right
These chicks you be screwin' ruin ya damn life
I got a whole lot of
But the only biological is the ones with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so better role the damn dice
The type of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I stay wired, you already
Higher than a balloon when you let it go
I drink a cup liquor, twist a whole dutch
Of that 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 spray
Since a kid, I was Trayvon, walkin' in the damn 'hood
Now I spit new bars over old
My flow heat, I've got a hot head not feet
I roll leaf, get than a bloody nose seat
You so sweet, from Monday to you so weak
I'm so street, you know you don't no beef
'Cause when I put them in your grill, it ain't gold teeth
I throw bullets like a QB, go
when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the sound that you'll ever hear
Your blood'll be everywhere
Ya dead, your head'll look like it was never
Yeah, all tough talking'll get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your slut f**k often
I pick her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck
And I stopped jewels, I don't wanna shine
'Cause even in the it be the fuck hawkin'
I'm ballin', 40 points and assists
I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout life, you ain't into this
Sit the bench, you can't ball on the injured
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
I'll make you dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug blows ass to smithereens
And you said you my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my wife had a with your bitch
The bull hit, and then I on the whore's lips
Then her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that bitch
So you should let 'em know how my tastes
Them corny bars you said already
You already know I heard it on the 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 Rick Ross rip up contract
I'm too real, you never had true skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few
You remind me of from Dru Hill
how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe killed
And you ride out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you,
I spit cooked crack, I put on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to jack son like Michael,
And all your bars is recycled.
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the shit a bunch of times
And I know Ross, the real Rick Ross
Shit, your stole his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the street bricks off
after kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last time we ran into each
You was like: "Cass do a song, you know you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city Broad Street

Do you really wanna it there? Is you sure Meek?
The next time I'mma slaughter one of your
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 I did already
Everybody I bodied you in your crib 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 I'm gettin' underneath your skin
He probably in his Phantom havin' a tantrum
I'mma always 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 d**k off and go f**k your self